I was always busy upon my private end, which was to learn to write. I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in. As I walked my mind was busy fitting what I saw with appropriate words…Thus I lived with words.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
As individuals we are hungry to express ourselves, whether we choose to do it through writing, conversation, painting, or through other means. To some extent we want to leave a piece of us behind, something meaningful, something thoughtful. Literature is an artform, but it is also a road of exploration of one’s own being. The soul wants to speak through the moments of silence, where we are able to find ourselves.