It's not getting bad. Not at all. How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. But sometimes it's killing me that explaining about the stuff what is going on is just not an option. That   they won't understand that the damned illness is the reason why I can't take most of the things for granted. Sometimes life is a constant battle against the nostalgia of a time that can never be real again.

Back from Rome!

2 days ago I went back home, the trip was fantastic. I've walked approximately 120 kilometres, but wow I've seen so many beautiful things! We stayed in a hotel which was cozy but nice, the food was also delicious. It was like the city and people showed a kind of warmth and passion, without knowing of it. I'll come back, for sure.

..I want a steady hand. A kind soul. 

I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe.