Nina writes.. finally.

A drop in the ocean, a mere word in a monster dictionary. That’s how insiginificant this is by sheer count. But I persist, I’ve bought my ticket on this one-way ride and there’s no way I’ll back down now.

I’ve wanted to write and share my work for the longest time. There’s something uniquely special about the written word, how it’s able to capture the moment, a fleeting instance that is here one minute then gone the next. I feel like this is my way of honouring all the literary work that I’ve had the priviledge of reading. This is my way of giving back. Worthy or not, such things are purely subjective. I seek for no one’s approval, only my own. I seek for the conviction knowing I did this, just like I said I would.