A Feeling Lost
A Flash-Memoir on the Importance of Making Time for the Things you Love
I’ve been chasing this feeling I’ve lost for so long. I don’t know how to explain it, but it exists in my memories. Without it, I feel like a part of me has passed on. A part I so desperately want to hold on to.
Somewhere between seeing art exhibitions, drinking affogati and watching Sophia Loren films… This feeling is slowly coming back.
Now life is starting to feel like life again, instead of a mundane routine running on a broken clock sped up twice as fast.