This started back when a friend was intrigued by my chewed up leather book stuffed in my suitcase (aka. purse). It wasn't titled and it had a worn-out leather string that wrapped around it to keep it shut. It was my newest journal. I bought it a few weeks ago and it already look mangled and worn, thanks to my pup.
My friend was amazed I wrote in journals, I guess because she never knew. I never really shared it... until now. I have 11 journals, three of those are ones from my childhood. They mostly contain random thoughts, poetry, my traveling & everyday life experiences.
I may not be the best writer, but I do love to write. I see things in weird ways sometimes, and find myself asking "Why?" a lot. From there, streams all my analyzed thoughts and ideas about my life, people, this world and God. Those are the things that inspire me to create. Especially people. We all have an unique story.
Here is one page of mine uncovered.
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