Hello my little fence of alphabets, my bridge to the world, stairway to heaven and gate to hell.
I’m back!
Miss writing, just for the sake of writing. Miss the way the words vocalise nebulous thoughts. Miss the way they unfurl on a blank canvas.
Miss everything about you, how phrases just poof out of long-term memory like a long-lost friend. How words combust with each other in unlikely combinations.
Weird. But fun.
It’s been a dry season.
êtes mischz-vous? 