I have collected tons of notebooks and papers ever since I was old enough to write. My collection has grown over the years and now it’s a huge pile on my shelf. I have scribbled poems and story ideas and my innermost thoughts on its pages albeit in an unorganized way.
Now I decided to let people read them with side notes telling how they came to be, where and when I wrote it and just a few things I’d like to remember if I read them again.
These are my thoughts. These are pieces of my mind I have conjured and somehow put into words. These are my hidden feelings.
Not just mere writings on scraps of paper.