Masterpiece

You were a stranger 
To my mind,
But like a painter
Or a wishful child,
I took that empty canvas,
And however blind,
I painted it
With the colours I liked.
The problem is,
Those weren't your true colours.
And as my ignorance increased,
I fell in love
With that masterpiece.

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.

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