In home.
These days I've been in Wonderland. It's really hard to open your eyes and wake up when you're back in home and don't have your Cheshire Cat by your side. I wish I could hold him once again.
But at least last night I was able to write a lot of poems, about six or seven. And this morning I've just written another one. I love to be capable to write so much, though they're not as good as I'd like them to be. But well, I'm only 17, so I guess I'll be better in the future. I must be better.
"Practice makes perfect", a friend used to tell me. He was right. Practice, practice, practice. Even if the instruments are my feelings.
Bye.
But at least last night I was able to write a lot of poems, about six or seven. And this morning I've just written another one. I love to be capable to write so much, though they're not as good as I'd like them to be. But well, I'm only 17, so I guess I'll be better in the future. I must be better.
"Practice makes perfect", a friend used to tell me. He was right. Practice, practice, practice. Even if the instruments are my feelings.
Bye.