Day 011 / 100 Happy Days

Found the Comic Con exhibitor’s pass in my closet. Brought back memories of last month’s convention where I helped my friend out at her stall. Two days, tiring but fun. Happy memories of my first Comic Con event.


(3rd Oct 2014)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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