Marine

About breathing, path and clarity

This notebook is like a morning by the water. When the wind touches your temples, and you walk along the shore - barefoot, in silence, with an open heart.
You don't write down your thoughts - you breathe them in. The salt stays on your skin, and the lines are born on the go, between inhalation and exhalation.

This notebook is about the path. About how you can be yourself without asking permission. It is light, like the rustle of waves, and honest, like dreams after the sea.