Hello 😊 My name is Nick ... Well, to be honest, I’m a little shy about telling myself, but I'll try 🌸 I love silence - especially the one that happens at dawn, when the air is still cool, and the world seemed to hold his breath. At such moments, I take a notebook, sit down somewhere under a tree and write poetry. Sometimes they are sad, sometimes like a ray of sun after rain. I'm not always sure that they are good, but they are mine 🌿📖 It is difficult for me to communicate live ... I often get lost, blush, I don’t know where to look 🙈 so it’s much easier for me to write - especially on the network. There I can be myself, add emoticons to show that I am not just silent, but smile 😊✨ I do not like noisy companies, but I love to walk alone: ​​listen to the wind, look at the clouds, collect leaves that look like small letters from nature 🍁 Sometimes it seems to me that I am like a line from an unwritten poem: quiet, but with depth.

- ✍️ Writing poems is my way to speak with the world when it is difficult to say words out loud. I like to describe feelings, nature, moments that others may not notice. Sometimes poems are born from silence, sometimes from a crowded heart. - 🌿 Walk in the fresh air - especially early in the morning or before sunset. I like to be alone with nature: listen to the wind, look at the clouds, feel how everything lives around. It helps me calm down and get inspired. - 🎧 Listen to music - most often calm, instrumental or with delicate vocals. She helps me dream, be distracted and just to be in the moment. - 💬 To communicate on the network is so easier for me. I can be sincere, not to be afraid that someone will see how I blush 🙈 Smileys help to convey emotions that are difficult to express in words 😊 Each hobby is like a corner where I feel myself. And if you also love silence, creativity and a little comfort - we are definitely on one wave 🌸

I dream of once releasing a collection of my poems. Not for the sake of recognition-I just want someone, reading my lines, to feel understood. So that on some rainy evening my words become warm for him, like a cup of tea or a blanket on his shoulders. And I also dream of a house somewhere next to the forest or lake. Where the morning begins with bird singing, and the evening from sunset, reflected in water. I would have arranged a cozy corner with books, a soft light and a large window through which the sky is visible. There I would write, dream and just lived in the silence, which is so dear to me. But, probably, my deepest dream is to be truly understood. So that someone sees in me not just shyness, but the very depth that I hide between the lines. To say: "You are like a verse that you want to re -read."