grief is a process that is personal, heartbreaking, lonely and life-changing. as a human being, you take the grief, shape it and have it for yourself. from that moment onwards, it is yours and yours only. you will carry it until the moment you die. no one has experienced it exactly the way you have. it is all your own, it is your private part.
as i believe grief is personal and private, i did not wonder what was written…
feeling the memories of a place fading away and having this intense will to capture, keep, and lock them all somewhere... a place that is certainly not dusty, and therefore it becomes possible to ensure they will be safe and untouched to the end of time. the town was so authentic that it made me feel this longing myself. wandering around a place that was so full of life in the past and slowly starting to lose its light and…
it's all about setting goals and chasing dreams, searching a way out, surviving, making choices, walking off and turning back, finding home — both literally and metaphorically. it's about life; the struggle one has to go through because of it in order to triumph over it, and it's definitely about love; who you love and who you choose to love while it's, in fact, almost a love story.
it was intense, it was harsh and it was beautiful. it was filled with sorrow but one that comes with a spark of hope; it was filled with the heavy burden of youthfulness but also with the inevitable desire to build what's ahead, which is the future that belongs only to us. it will be shaped by our own hands and we will have it to ourselves. we will be born again whenever we desire and we won't be like them.
we won't give up. we have a dream. we are flowers, one of a kind.
