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Real Passion

There are moments in my life when I’m too busy with almost everything, but I just stop in the middle of it, pick up any kind of pen close to me at the moment, look for my journal or make use of a scratched or clean piece of paper or even a 2-ply tissue, my lecture notes aren’t an exception either. I lay down my thoughts, let my mind and hand do the whole business of pouring my heart out . Words flowing smoothly from my brain down my spine straight to my inspired right hand until I get distracted and out of focus. Well, unfortunately, I easily get lost track of my thoughts, I’m bad at focusing on one goal and peace of mind seems like a kind of luxury that I still couldn’t afford until now. But even in those times of distraction and wilderness in my head, writing helps . It makes you say everything without ranting , you can mix all topics that come to your head, be a total freak for being so utterly nonsense while words are rambling on your paper. Random ideas or even organized write-up...

Memoirs

Journal, one of many. At the rack's edge lies A memoir of the old days All but covered with dust Unsure when unfolded last Inside were like "intestine" Rose turned brown, flattened Pile of letters, now yellowish Fragments damaged by silverfish Tales divulged once again Absurdly recalling the pain Nevertheless, I smiled I learned being that wild - M