Probably, for me it’s not so much about dreams, but about the feeling - when it becomes calm and light inside, and you know that there is someone nearby with whom you can be yourself.
Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to look into your eyes and f
I’m eighteen - that age when the world seems endless, but inside there lives a quiet confidence that everything is just beginning. It’s as if I’m standing on the threshold of something big and important, seizing every moment and learning to be myself.
I love looking at the sky - it always has answers, even if I don’t yet know how to ask questions correctly. Sometimes I laugh too loudly, sometimes I am silent longer than necessary, but this is all of me - alive, real, a little contradictory.
Dreams and fears, courage and doubts intertwine within me. I can be gentle and stubborn at the same time, believe in people and still carefully guard my heart. I’m just learning to understand myself, but I already know: my story will be special.
I'm eighteen and I'm in no hurry to grow up completely. I want to feel, try, make mistakes, fall in love with life again and again. After all, right now it is revealing itself to me in all its brightness.