Dear reader,

My name is Rasha, and I’ve been keeping, and occasionally shredding, diaries since I was seven years old.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never feared depth; my only fear has been shallow living.

I’m hoping this quiet corner of the internet becomes more than a collection of words tucked away under a mattress. A place for thoughts that refuse a final draft. Some will arrive as essays, others as stories or poems, but all of them are simply entries in an unfinished life.

Please expect spelling and grammar mistakes, as I rarely reread anything I write. Whatever you see was most probably drafted at 2 a.m., in my bed, in one impulsive writing spree.

The time gaps between posts are simply a reflection of my constant struggle with writer’s block or perhaps a reminder that some thoughts take longer to become themselves.

Faithfully yours,

R

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