not that many years ago i was learning how to take care of myself. among other things i did that made me feel, i’ve started writing what one may call a poetry.
i’ve done so for about two years and it actually worked surprisingly well, in making me feel, that is.
on some point, i recon it was enough of feeling already, i’ve stopped and all these lengthy words were just sitting on my computer, pretty forgotten and well, useless.
recently i felt this sudden and unexplained urge to touch them again, and may be to take them out so that they can breathe a little bit of virtual air.
so this is going to be a retrospective look on my way up.