Ode to Writing 

Beauty fades, intelligence prevails.
But should I forget my memories: only love remains – when I read.


I feel most energised when it’s all quiet around me. Soundless surroundings. Where I can hear my own heartbeat. When I can hear my own heart speak.

Unfortunately, my surrounding is so noisy I hardly feel like I can think. I long for the rest. To be away again. So I put on my classical music and imagine the noise around me to be the serene sound of nature. I need to put in more effort

To hear my heart’s whispers.