Agosto sta finendo

Another summer is slowly coming to an end, the air feels different and the light shifts. The final breaths are here and I can't remember what I've been doing over the last few months.

I've always been quiet, almost silent, never loud or confident. It has to change now, soon, before it's too late. Maybe I need to go back to the US, to California or New York, some place where there are people that know and love me.

I miss you.


  1. It's such a sinking feeling, that instinctual knowledge that the air has changed. It's almost sudden. One day I walk outside and it's not the quiet beauty of summer. It's heartbreaking. Go where you're loved.

  2. Maybe you need to go back to the states... it's good to be where people know you ♡

  3. I missed this post, and it would have been a birthday gift! Still here.