Greeting
Three years.
Not a short time, especially for silence. I once walked in a hallway full of light, ideas, works, and appreciation. But then everything faded, like a stage whose lights were deliberately turned off.
During those three years, I learned again about feelings. About disappointment, about losing direction, about what it feels like to open a blank page and not know what to write. But also about growing, about making peace, and about rekindling a love that had once been extinguished.
Today, I am back. Not as a greater person, but as a more honest me. With work that may not be perfect, but comes from a real place.
