One noetic poet. A solivagant of narratives. Tied by soul and mind to the pages of books, the bonds of words, the way they intertwine and trap you with them in a cave of wonders and efflorescent beauty.
I've often found myself lost in thought and contemplation, always pondering about the nature of living, the deeper meanings, abstract concepts.
Felt sonder in the comfort of my own mind.
Why do we love? Why do we lie? Why do we feel the need to be so fulfilled?
There might never be a straightforward answer, but our own perception may be enough to suffice.
Here in this diary lies my own thoughts, dreams, ideas and all, spilled onto the pages through my own contemplation.
My sanctuary, a place where I can untangle the complexities of both mind and soul, and maybe, just maybe, find some clarity in the chaos. A simple enjoyment in my life.
And you might enjoy it, too.
xxAnise
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