There are days like today, when I just want to self-indulge in the lonely space of my white Ikea desk where writing is my only goal and pleasure.
There are days like today when I contemplate on the words in my life and the life I put into words.
There are days like today, when Gabrielle Bouliane's poem is just the kind of jolt I need.
Share with me. Is there some place in your house, where you can just be ?