December 2009
2 posts
The Rythym of my Flow
Warning: honesty ahead
Back when I was 16, you couldn’t stop me from writing. Creativity seemed to flow through my brain through a hose the diameter of my wrist, just pumping out words onto paper. I had to buy more notebooks not for school purposes, but to hold everything that came out when I was so busy not paying attention to class.
I had never been in love then. At least not the kind...