Zahra Mamii

*BOOM*
Amira *startled*: what was that??
Me: my shirt fell.
Amira *sceptical*: it sounded heavier than only a shirt falling. 
Me *deadpan*: I was in it. 

Honestly, there's nothing special about me. If I had to pick something, it would be that I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts, millions of words churning to be poured. Just like I believe we are all poetry in different forms, I found eternity when I read for the first time. And though I'm the writer, my characters, living and vivid, are the words. For me, words are like autumn, and I fall every time.