I bought a hand-crafted, organic journal from India. I also bought a poetry book in order to collect my thoughts. Sometimes there aren't enough human words to possibly convey what I feel. On the contrary, sometimes there are too many words to coherently formulate a sentence.
Expect some random musings, ramblings, thoughts, etc. I intend to keep things real, and what's more real than reality itself? It might be my realness, but that's all I've got.
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