A month like this makes me more incline to believe in all those superstitions that connect psychology with the stars, the planets and the universe; the emotional rollercoaster I went through lately is absolutely unrelatable to any event that might have happened to me; in fact, it was a quite boring month to be alive, all foggy and monotone, days spent doing the same things all over. Yet my mind lived silent adventures, thoughts that questioned my beliefs and my own self-perception; I guess I could say I got lost, just for the sake of it, just to find a new way back home. And I guess I've found it now, while still into the same routine, back on track, but with a renewed mindset. I remember my favorite literature teacher, she once told me that the most important journeys can be pursued without leaving. May the universe spare her from pain forever.
Sorry for another series of poor locations, it's just so uninteresting outside right now. Can't wait for the Sun to paint everything beautiful again <3
Stay safe my friends. Goodnight.