I always had a small notebook where I would always write about my feelings, about the nature, weather, or something interesting caught my eye. You could put it as a journal but I don't know, it's beyond like that. Like in books, this was my another 'creative escape'. Books can't teach you everything you have to really experience it for yourself to know everything. That’s the power of words and the edge of books. You feel things that aren’t happening to you and you know things you haven’t even felt. And reality speaking, the best way of learning things may be to experience them yourself but the wiser way of learning them is to learn from the experience of others. And that’s what I do. I observe people from afar. I write about their feelings. I write about possible thoughts that might be lingering on their minds. That's how I eat.
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