Amalda

My favourite smell is the smell of books, new , old, dusty it doesn’t really matter. My favourite childhood memory was getting lost between the pages of books. I was the kid who got into trouble for reading during class and reading past bed time. Somewhere between then and now I realised that the real world pales in comparison to the many imaginary worlds I had visited. The first time I put pen to paper I was attempting to bridge that gap, to make up for what was missing here. For the longest time I was scared of writing, of sharing my thoughts, but I was more scared of never writing because writing gave me a voice when I felt I had none. This is my attempt to recreate the awe and wonder I feel when I read. This is me trying to hold your hand into the imaginary land of fiction and literature. I have these stories inside my head, these thoughts that threaten to spill out and scatter everywhere. This is my place to spill those thoughts and tell those stories.