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Don’t read.

I haven’t written anything I want to read.

I want my words to become a language on their own, to dance before your eyes, to sing to you in the silence.

I haven’t written anything I want to read.

I want my words to sketch characters in your mind, to fill your nights with colorful dreams, to show you sparks on a bright day.

I want my words to be yours when you lose your own, to say what’s true when you’re in doubt, to be with you when I can’t.

I haven’t written anything I want you to read.

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Over 3 years ago, I gave up my home, sold most of my stuff, stored some in the boot of a friend's car, and started calling the road home. Thanks for coming along virtually on my adventures! I'm always eager to hear your thoughts; leave me a comment and let me know how your travel dreams are shaping up and what you'd like to hear about more on my blog. Connect with me on Instagram/Twitter @shivya.

3 Comments

  1. You haven’t written anything I wanted to read.

    Aditya.

    You haven’t read anything I wanted to write.

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  2. Hemant A. says

    πŸ™‚ good one..resonated in my thoughts. “Write something that you yourself would want to read.”

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