The happiest place in the world for a writer is a notebook to jot down their innermost thoughts and ideas.
I just wrote whatever came to my mind, this is a mixture of my emotions lol
Hope you like it :)
Pain is poetry waiting to be written, and afraid of being read.
The first in a series where I share ideas jotted down in my notebooks.
in this notebook city, it's painted from wishes and tranquility, somewhat related to cities under lockdown from covid. i hope you enjoy <3
a brief poem about writing. I believe you guys feel the same :)
Some snippets of brain-product from some notebooks I carry around.
It is with ink, I pour my feelings into something tangible. Something I can see and feel and acknowledge. That is how I heal.
A short writing from a notebook. Love for all mothers.
I woke up at 5:30 am. I sprinkled water over my face!
Creatures of ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 3 of my story collection βPaper Soulsβ
My first time posting a rhyming poem on here. A unseen connection between the Narrator and a Notebook is further explored.
A piece inspired by creativity and doodling ,
something very student relates to .. Happy reading !
The happiest place in the world for a writer is a notebook to jot down their innermost thoughts and ideas.
I just wrote whatever came to my mind, this is a mixture of my emotions lol
Hope you like it :)
Pain is poetry waiting to be written, and afraid of being read.
The first in a series where I share ideas jotted down in my notebooks.
in this notebook city, it's painted from wishes and tranquility, somewhat related to cities under lockdown from covid. i hope you enjoy <3
a brief poem about writing. I believe you guys feel the same :)
Some snippets of brain-product from some notebooks I carry around.
It is with ink, I pour my feelings into something tangible. Something I can see and feel and acknowledge. That is how I heal.
A short writing from a notebook. Love for all mothers.
I woke up at 5:30 am. I sprinkled water over my face!
Creatures of ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 3 of my story collection βPaper Soulsβ
My first time posting a rhyming poem on here. A unseen connection between the Narrator and a Notebook is further explored.
A piece inspired by creativity and doodling ,
something very student relates to .. Happy reading !