Bookofthoughts Stories

**Book Description** *The Book of Thoughts* is not a story. It is a collection of reflections-quiet, honest, and deeply human. It does not follow a character, nor does it lead you to a fixed ending. Instead, it invites you into a space where questions exist without pressure, where thoughts are allowed to unfold without limits, and where meaning is something you explore rather than something you are given. Blending philosophy, psychology, and raw human experience, this book dives into the depths of existence, purpose, emotion, and identity. It speaks about the questions we often ignore-the ones that appear in silence, in overthinking, in moments when everything feels uncertain yet real. From understanding why we exist, to distinguishing love from attachment, each chapter becomes a mirror of the mind and the heart. Written in a reflective Taglish tone, *The Book of Thoughts* connects deeply with readers who seek more than surface-level answers. It is for those who feel too much, think too deeply, and question everything-even themselves. This book will not tell you what to believe. But somewhere within its pages, you may find thoughts that feel familiar-like they were always yours, just waiting to be understood. Because in the end, this is not just a book of thoughts. It is a book of your thoughts.

Only the deepest thoughts of mine. Thoughts left unvoiced now out into the world. Will continue to update as much as I feel the need to. And thanks for reading my crappy writing. All works are original unless otherwise stated.

Every poem is one that I wrote from what I'm feeling and it puts my emotions at the time and makes you guys feel those emotions. It's like you guys know what I'm feeling at the time when I wrote it.

So I guess this is my second "anthology" of poetry. I might post some old poems that have sort of just been sat in my notes and stuff. Check out my first book "My Head is Broken" if you're interested. I found the cover on Tumblr, I can't remember who made it but If I do, I'll put it here. #1 in aspiringpoet (29/09/20) #1 in bookofthoughts (29/09/20)

Hello and welcome to the wonderful world that is inside my head. In a way each story has a meaning to me so take this moment to catch a glimpse of what is in inside my head as a writer and a person; how I put things into words, and how I tell a story with unlikely things, people, and happenings. To everyone this is probably just a random book of one shots but to me it's part of my heart, soul, and mind. This is just a book of poems I've written in my spare time, it'll get updated whenever I suppose anyways I hope you enjoy them

[ gauche /gōSH/ adjective. lacking ease or grace; unsophisticated and socially awkward ] In which Kori shares random words and possibly quite an array of memes for no reason.

Book of Thoughts. Written by Chima Confidence Onyedikachi

just a digital book of my thoughts. [photo is actually mine lol.]

Just my thoughts.

a collection of thoughts, all thought by me. Usually these DONT occur at 2AM.

𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 (𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 1) Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs: [1-10] Pʜᴏʙɪᴀs [11-20] ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ [21-30] sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ [31-40] ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs [41-50] ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ [51-60] sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ [61-70] ʟᴏᴠᴇ [71-80] ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs [81-90] ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴs [91-100] ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ( 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 2) 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷

This book is me pouring my heart out over a public platform to people I don't know. Basically stuff that I can't or don't want to talk about to someone irl. Please listen to my rants if you want to, and no hate please. This is going to be the first time in a long while that someone sees the really vulnerable side of me, so this might be a shock to the ones who know me personally.

just random thoughts I come up with might include some random funny stories just overall random stuff

ပထမဆုံးရေးတဲ့စာအုပ်လေးပါ။ This is my first book စအုပ်နာမည်ကခေါင်းထဲမှာဝင်လာတာပေးလိုက်တာပါ စာအုပ်နဲ့သိပ်မကိုက်လောက်ဘူး။ The name of the book may not be match with the story ဒီစာအုပ်လေးကကျွန်တော့ဆီမှာဝင်လာတဲ့အတွေးမှန်သမျှကိုရေးထားတာပါ။ကျန်တာထူးထူးခြားခြားတော့မရှိပါဘူး။ This book is about my thoughts. Nothing special

A lonely girl incapable of verbal vulnerability. She wants to be heard... she needs to be but she doesn't know how.

The distant sound of a guitar. the place of the melody. The music note emblem has already been swirling in the air. And the music you're listening to is the one I usually play as it's your favorite. - thesia

i vomited alphabets of sorrows fixed with band aids, hoping they come intact in the midst of war of heart