Years in silence, my existence is vague | I look for answers, but find more questions instead | I ask myself often, who am I? | what is it that I believe? |what makes me happy? | Am I even real? | or am I just like one of those matryoshka dolls- Just layer after … Continue reading What
I find a strange silence when I think about my childhood. I was always the most quiet child in the room. It's not that I never had anything to say, it's just that speaking through all the noise just seemed like too much of an effort. Image by Jackie Samuels from Pixabay But that's the … Continue reading Silence.