Is this freedom? Maybe. (Patreon)

I write better at night, as if something especially honest inside wakes up. I love this state.

Monday was too hard a day for me, I only managed to bring myself back to normal a little. So I skipped the post, forgave myself and thank you for your understanding.

The last 2 days are left here, in Kyiv. The city that is my home, but which is also becoming so difficult for me. Here I became an adult, because of all the pain that life brought me.

It was here that I was completely broken to get back on my feet. It was here that I constantly ran away, but there is nothing to run from anymore.

Only me and an empty apartment are left, from which I give away the last flowers in pots and nothing will LIVE here anymore. For the first time in 13 years, no one lives here anymore, this house is no longer for anyone. It hurts, but it's true.

I have been alone all my life, this feeling has always been with me, but only now have I encountered it so closely.

Is this freedom? Maybe.

Maybe it is like liberation?

This is how I try to give a name to emptiness…