If flowers would not wither

A collection of thoughts, questions and wishes.
An observation of life, love, death, depression, eating disorders, healing processes, movement connections and shared spaces.

Few pages

"Today feels like I have to fight away,
the voice in this head runs like a crezed typewriter.
what remains,
all the things that do not wither
I have a tip, I write them down"

Aurora Brocchi