I have a lot of books by my favorite authors.
Before, I have nothing but a small alphabet book.
As I learn to read, I started reading my textbooks, and found myself enjoying.
Until one day, I have read my classmate's favorite novel, and started reading one.
And I finally met my very first favorite author.
I started collecting and reading books made by her, and more and more started to fill my tiny bookshelf.
After I have finally read all of her published works, I started meeting new authors.
And that's how everything started.
From that one alphabet book, now, I have variations of those.
Books filled with flowery words, and full of emotions.
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An Obscure Reflection
PoetryMy simple thoughts can be a vast of strange collection of words. These strange collections of words completes me. [01 13 2020 - republished, but not revised, for personal reasons] [01 13 2020 - I made this compilation three years ago and I was just...