Why I write!

I hate the moments of pre-writing. The looking out the window and the chewing of the pen. I hate the fear that nothing will come up. I hate the song that is already halfway when the paper is still untouched. I hate the feeling of loss. I had so much to say, my heaf was …

Benthi

I have no idea how to start this, I have a lot to say but no idea how to say it. In this letter I wanted  Benthi, to see herself through my eyes. This letter is addressed to the kid above in the picture, I will be calling her Benthi because it means ‘my daughter’ …