Surrounded by books, journals and pens -- that's my happy place. The scent of books brings memories of the stories they told before. The emotions you felt. This goes the same with journals, pens, canvas, paints. Colored glitter and pens!
In my solitude, I don't feel lonely. Not at all. In my journal, I show my raw, unfiltered emotions. Not just for the person reading, but for me as well. I feel liberated whenever I feel the 0.5mm pen touches the paper. I then write nonstop. Whether it is about prose, poems or deep conversations with myself.
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Prose, poems and deep conversations with myself.
PoetryFor ᜇ̢̟ ... inspired by you Prose, poems and deep conversations with myself.
