I read a text by Clarice Lispector that makes all sense in this phase of my life. I want to share with you Hope you like itI want to share with you
Hope you like it
(My English is not very good, forgive me lol)
"I lost something that was essential to me, and that is not me anymore. It is not necessary for me, just as if I had lost a third leg that until then made it impossible for me to walk but that made me a stable tripod. This third leg I lost. And I came back to be a person that never was. I just got back to what I never had: just the two legs. I know that it is only with my two legs that I can walk. But the useless absence of the third makes me want and scares me, it was she who made me something I found for myself, and without even needing to look for me."
@rambo @missy @mickey đź–¤
