Rest your head upon my shoulder (This hole is made for you!) The days are making me older (But maybe I could be of use!) I could be of use to someone, A lonely orphin, an eccentric, a mad one Who has shared my language, And used my words To curse the world (What a cold place to be! It's too cruel for people like us!) This world that I despise, Where I find myself a stranger, Has buried my heart Under gigantic monuments Cold, repugnant buildings Made of loneliness and stone, In this sad place, it's impossible to find a home! A lonely flower, unseen and shy, A bird with a broken wing, struggling to fly, The deep howling of the wind, The painful cry of the sea, The hesitant smile of a lover, Could make a home for me!
Ever since I was a little girl, writing has been my passion and my escape. I wanted a platform where this small voice - that usually dares only be heard by the notebook in the corner of my room - can reach out to the world. I have always been fascinated by this ability we have to turn a transient thought or feeling into something that could last forever and that could be communicated to any other member of our species who would stumble upon it. After all, we're one and the same, aren't we? Our hopes, dreams, fears, pain, joy are what make us who we are. This page is for you out there reading it, so I invite you to delve into this notebook as if it were your own. Welcome to my notebook. Many thanks to the creator of this page who made my dream come true.