I’ve entered a phase in my life in which I have a deep desire to voraciously devour books. It’s as if my brain is eager for the knowledge of others so that I may perhaps use their phrases as clues into the more thorough needs of my soul. There is this search within me that edged me forward through roads riddled with thought bubbles in the form of leaves releasing an energy so crisp that I am invigorated with tranquility. To all the writers that have captivated my occupied brain, it is beautiful to read your words and take them in through my heart.
Little Secrets
