Category: Writer


A love that I never expected to be irreplaceable, but above all strong enough to be able to calm me down and travel me.

Writing, the pen, is what we want, let them not manipulate our fears and insecurities and let them stand as tails, helpers and especially those triggers, for our own steps.
Never floating, despite being accessible and approachable, in logic and never in ethereal plans and plans of life.

Our pen will not chatter, if we silence its power and castrate its dynamics and existence.ANNA ZANIDAKH

By: Tsakalaki1969

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