its about what an average teenager has to come up with each and every day of his life until finally he could let out the sparkles of light in him and let it burst like a fire work ;) until that day comes he writes because it's his passion
17 years old, Male, Mauritius
sometimes i lay in my bed, staring at the roof but strangely the roof is no more present it's like i can see things through it, this that in real life i can't handle, i can't even think doing, things that destroy me from the inside out and that at the same time heal the abyssal scars that hold my heart. Imagination is the mother of intelligence, of poetry and of good things. i could not even thing of a world without it, a world without vision, without hope, without faith. a world like an empty shell. maybe my roof is magical or is it my bed? magic resides in the beauty of thoughts and no where else ;-)
Own a diary. Keep note of what is going on in your life. It would be amazing to look at it few years down the line. Or, you can have a diary of your imagination. A life you want to live. Note down what your character will be doing each day. Live a different life. You can keep it personal. Create one now. You'll love this concept. Login to create new.