For as long as I can remember, I have ALWAYS loved writing.
As a little kid who couldn't stop reading Enid Blyton, at some point I decided that, if she could write her own stories, why couldn't I?
I remember making paper books, writing stories based on the universes she created, and even drawing and painting so that it would not only be a good read, but also something beautiful to look at.
As I grew older, I stepped away from "fiction" and those writings turned more into a personal diary. Because, you know, teenagers have intense lives and SO much to say.
Right after college, in 2012, when I was 22, I started a blog online. A blog that I shared with only a few selected amount of friends, because, you know, that first stage of adulthood comes with shyness and self-doubt.
Those writings didn't come with drawings anymore, but instead, I started feeling really curious about photography and would usually combine the words with pictures that I had taken. Because, hey, it still needed to be beautiful.
Now that I'm on my 30s, it's probably about time I start sharing, openly, because that's the beauty and the power of ART. It always gets bigger and better when shared.
You'll find a bit of everything here.
I used to just call it "journaling", but my voice and performance teacher started calling it poetry not long ago, and I kind of liked that.
You can call it whatever you please.
Because once you read it, it's not longer mine.
Now it's yours.
I really hope reading this makes you as happy as I am when I write it.
Ro.
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