Matera looks like a dream, but I felt like a ghost walking its stone alleys. Everyone calls it beautiful—maybe the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. But standing on a rooftop at sunset, I realized I was just collecting views, not memories. I kept waiting for the city to move me, to fill something. Instead, I scrolled through photos I’d never post, wondering why the beauty felt so far away. Maybe it’s not the place. Maybe it’s me, still searching for a feeling that travel can’t deliver. Sometimes, the most stunning places just make the emptiness louder. #Travel #TravelConfessions #PostcardLoneliness