I used to love writing. I wrote a lot; short stories, poems, but somewhere in my life I stopped writing. I think I gave up and I regretted it.

Somehow I cannot fight this need to write. I started to listen to my heart and thoughts perhaps a few years back. I write whenever I can. The words don’t always come out often.

Hear my words. Listen to my thoughts. They are imperfect. But there is perfection in imperfection, so they say.