It’s not what you feel, it’s when they leave!

 It’s not what you feel, it’s when they leave!


When they leave you with your thoughts, expectations, loneliness, and fears

When there’s nothing to say or to do anymore, when there’s no power to fight or even to get up. 


It’s time to see things differently, to open your heart to what’s coming

To know what you expect and want. 

What makes you feel good? 

Who does! 

Who doesn't? 

When can you feel good! Or bad? 

Have you decided to feel good all the time? 

To be free from all these fears and expectations that kill all the joyful parts of you!


Are you running? 

From what? 

From whom? 

Are you ready to know what else there is to understand and think about? 

Are you there? Listening? To the birds? 

To your heart beats, to yourself!


Are you loving yourself as you love others? 

Are you caring for yourself as you do for others? 

Did you eat enough? 

Sleep! Read! 

Can you have a day alone to think about what to expect and what to see?


Everything is happening for a reason; sometimes you believe in it, sometimes not.

And it’s ok.


-The time to leave, and to enjoy the empty space-


From archive 2025

To all the versions I once was;

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To all the versions I once were;

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