“It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.” — Paul Cezanne
Hey there. I’m a reader who likes to write.
This little niche is my outlet for things that I write about when I feel that I should write about it; none of this is staged or meant for publicity of any sorts.
This blog helps me define my thoughts with a juggle of words — an expression in itself, I believe.
Please do reach out to me if you liked anything that I’ve spun off from the bizarre reality that my mind operates in.
Something tells me my soul is about to be weighed, prodded and screened.
Yes, I can be a bit melodramatic sometimes.
(You can find all my posts here.)
She leafed through the pages of the book she had just finished with a careless sigh. It was late enough to be called the early hours of the day, but her insomnia had given her the strength to complete the book. There was a moment of indecision where she entertained the idea of going through …
How do you tell the difference?
A distant tremor of the sky marked the inauguration.
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