Fragments … of my thoughts.
Fragments … of my country.
Fragments … of my hometown.
Fragments … of my dreams.
Fragments … of memories, of stories, of secrets.
These are what I write about - tiny fragments; little pieces of me. Like a jig-saw, you can put them all together, until the final picture is revealed. There are days when the words pour right out of me and others, like today, when it seems like I have nothing to share.