Be Welcome to my Scribbles:
She is like the wind. She never stops to wander, comes and disappear and then will always return. She flies above the Earth but cannot live without it. She is gentle and can be stormy but she will be sung in both.
In life and person she is an universe, unique as every human is, that craves to be discovered and evaluated by the sages, yet will stay in shades and mysterious in nature.
Imagine a spring flower in the vital need of sun and rain touching gently its fine petals just to have a chance to blossom; the early season frosts having been the most devastating for its outliving. Then take in sight that solely standing thorn, withered in а desert by severity and storms in a never-ending swing. Now know these two is she.
She writes of almost everything that can impress or stir question out of her. Although she does not tend to put her pieces in the frames of the conventional, they can be qualified in general as poetry, essays and yes, exactly, internal monologues, streams of the consciousness. She calls it the Syndrome of the Unpolished Diamond; a joke to gain your smile.
She follows her instincts to pour out and enrich her talent and is conscious of being published one day. Now. Sooner.
English is not her native but it is the language she writes in. Any sounding out of the standard she would rather perceive as an asset, the luxury of possessing something unique.
Feel most dearly welcome to my Wonderland.
Along with writing, thinking and philosophizing, and in basic, castles, middle ages, travelling and swimming. Actually, lots more.
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