Stream of Consciousness
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading
For me actually eBooks started with the classical paper book with an enlarge printing form. And what a book was that! I can sight deeply even now, only thinking about ….aa…mm…., what 's the name,. ah yes, the Flower child?
By CA'DE LUCE6 days ago in Confessions
Yet somehow still filled with protection, structure, and a kind of moral clarity that feels rare today!
Innocence yes, it was! Still, I was a bullied child, most of the time of my childhood! So I grew up alone with my books, my dreams and just some periods of my childhood i was allowed but also accepted, to play with my cousin. Which was incidentally also my neighbour.
By CA'DE LUCE6 days ago in Confessions
A Small Story About Honesty
Nearly a decade ago, a notification appeared on my computer screen that felt like a brush with destiny. At the time, I was an active participant in the digital world of fandom, leaving thoughtful, supportive comments on the social media posts of a well-known and internationally recognized actor I deeply admired. Then, the impossible happened: a private message arrived.
By Anna K.9 days ago in Confessions
When the Wind Knocked
The wind had been knocking for three nights before I finally admitted that it was not weather. It began as a murmur against the old glass, a careful tapping as though some hesitant traveler had lost their way and mistaken my window for a door. My house stood at the edge of the town, where the road thinned into gravel and then into nothing at all. Beyond it lay fields the color of rusted gold, and beyond those, hills that swallowed the horizon. The wind had always passed through there freely, dragging dust and forgotten leaves along its restless path. But this was different.
By LUNA EDITH9 days ago in Confessions
An Honest Question
There's an ache that comes over me in the quiet. Sometimes it hits in the middle of the day, when my toddler is sleeping and the others are in their bedrooms, playing or reading. Sometimes it happens in the moments before I open my eyes in the morning, but most times it happens at night. This ache urges me to reach out for a fix of something. Validation. Importance. Success.
By Mezmur9 days ago in Confessions
Still Here, Just Unable to Respond
I send my words like paper boats to sea, they drift in light, but never back to me. My name still stands where voices used to grow, yet every answer fades before it shows. To speak, be heard, yet never truly meet, is half a heartbeat skipping in defeat.
By Aarsh Malik10 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 醉う
Ah I think this shows a matured perspective of the quality to be drunk, like a stupor. Where the sports? Ah I guess. Yes, that is what I am getting at.. . Yea I guess like Dustin Hoffman was always about "good form" and such, but that can be such a manipulation. But he was a pirate. It is like..... a smuggler? Yea... you're allowed to call someone out.
By Kayla McIntosh10 days ago in Confessions
