It’s difficult to think of anything else—
when every scenario in my life screams at me:
Paulina, speak.
Share your deepest, your darkest,
your happiest, most intense moments.
But I’ve come to realised something:
I could scream from the depths of my heart,
and yet, though heard,
I’m not understood.

So when the voice inside me,
quiet as the wings of a butterfly,
grows louder than ever—
I realize not everyone was meant to hear it.
Not everyone is walking the same path,
and not everyone is there to listen,
because their focus lies elsewhere.
And who am I to shift their gaze?
The last thing I want is to be the reason
their focus is diverted.

But…
there is always a but.
My urge to write, to express,
is more powerful than ever.
I can’t sleep,
and when I do,
my dreams scream at me,
whispering from the most terrifying corners
of my subconscious.

So I invite you—
if you care to listen,
if you care to let me in—
on this journey.
Perhaps these words didn’t reach you by accident,
perhaps something in them resonates,
something you were meant to find.

I don’t yet know where this journey will lead you,
but my hope is that,
with each word,
you will venture onto your own path,
with your own interpretations,
hearing what you’re meant to hear,
decoding what your subconscious
is trying to tell you.

But promise me this:
don’t follow me.
Don’t lead me.
Instead, as Camus would say,
walk beside me,
and let us walk together as friends.