Last afternoon, I began packing up my things and putting them in boxes for when I leave. I dropped books and little trinkets into those boxes one by one. And as I did, I realised that I wasn't just packing up my things. I was packing up my life, my childhood. 21 years of existence… Continue reading Packing up my things
Tag: books
Not reading lately
I haven't been reading lately and it's gnawing at me. I was someone who used to be glued to a book as a child, even as a teenager. But the past few months, I feel like this part of me has been slipping away. I keep making excuses not to read; telling myself I'm too… Continue reading Not reading lately
Clay
Have you ever wondered about who you are? What are those little things that make you into you? What are your likes, dislikes and characteristics? Who are you? The thought just occurred to me a couple moments ago. I was laying in bed, watching a video and it happened, I asked myself: Who am I?… Continue reading Clay
Some books I love
Small specks of my long-term memory allow me glimpses of what it was like when I first learned to read. I didn't read my first, tenth or fifteenth story book at school like some children do. Instead, I enjoyed my first ever story with my head laying on my papa's chest and his voice reading… Continue reading Some books I love
Memoirs of a Muse 