Foreword

By Isla Skylark -

I used to think that I could write. I identified myself as a "writer". I took pride in this idea of myself. It gave me passion, it kept me hopefully. It made me hope and believe in myself more than anything.

Then I stopped writing. Somewhere along the line I became lazy - I identified as lazy. I went from writing and starting short stories, to writing poems. Poems that I don't even publish. Words I keep to myself and hide from the world.

I kept going with the poetry and later on I started blogging. I was an avid blogger. I had so many ideas. So many thoughts and passions I wanted to share with the world. With you.
Even there, I was not steadfast enough. Writing died; but from there, research birthed.

Reading and finding new things to observe, vex about, and read! This opened up a new world of words for me. I was no longer just a writer. I wasn't a writer at all.

I was just a girl who spent far too much time in front of a screen looking things up... and an aspiring poet.

However. I want to write again. I have always found solace in words. Be it reading or writing. This was my world. I wish to claim it back!

If I cannot create a new story. I shall tell you mine.

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