One day, seated in my resting chair, I will let the ink slowly flow across sheets as white as winter snow.On the lightest of them, I will write my renunciations, my shortcomings, my lost footsteps.I will confide the echo of a broken love, the secret tears shed in the night, when no one is watching.
I will lay down my silences, the words I never knew how to speak, and above all, I will reveal the essence of who I am.
They may be only a few pages…But within their lines, an entire life will tremble.A story fragile, human, sincere.A story one may read the way we listen to a soul speak —softly, yet truthfully.