"And at last, I see the light."
I have treated prose as a journal from a very young age, from the time in the past when I refused to talk to real people. So here I was, writing for myself and just for myself! I never had anything great or extraordinary to say but what I found here was nothing less than sheer gold. Every poem and every writer I was able to connect with was a blessing.
Just like in the old times, I don't have much to say today as well. All I wanted to do was come here, write, and revel in the things of the past.
'If eternity were a place,
We would have been humans of glass.
We would've shattered with a gust of wind,
Only if eternity was a place.'