Grumbling isn't always fussing. Sometimes it's when we want to say a lot and choose to murmur to be heard.
They're thoughts that were never written, words that stayed in the throat, moments that passed and left a mark in time.
► I murmur about friends who were lost due to misunderstandings.
► I murmur about so-called friends.
► I murmur at work, to my parents, to myself.
Sometimes out of tiredness, other times out of love, and sometimes because I don't know how else to say it.
This book doesn't provide answers to your questions – neither do I seek answers at my 37th year. I'm tired.
It's a diary about relationships, misunderstandings, silences that could have been avoided in my life's path, and I still have many miles to go.
For those who have grown up, regretted, grown tired – and still continue to feel.
Because in the end, it's not loneliness that exhausts us. It's the thought that some things could have been different.
