Somehow, November always comes in the right time. Still far enough from all unfulfilled dreams, but yet still close enough to all promisses that we gave to ourselves and saved them written in the groups of three lines; then read a million times aloud, in some strange language, with some foreign accent. November brings calmness and indifference to the weather outside, it brings peacefulness and dreams about new beginnings. November makes me forget about all my falls and inspire me to love myself – here and now – just as I am, imperfect.
hiding under my jacket
a pocket full of poesies