Project prospect: Prose, Poetry, and Ponders from the Past

I’m thinking about sharing some of the things that I’ve written before. From those days and that age when this thing called journal was (and still is) my only sanctuary; the only thing that I looked forward to everyday which gave satisfaction without fail. Where and with whom I shared all my thoughts and feelings freely. It’s like exhaling after I’ve held my breath for so long. That is literally how I feel like when I write on my journal. In retrospect, writing always brought out the best in me. And it always made me FEEL my best. 

I have a cabinet full of journals and I don’t know where to start. But I think the green and orange ones are my best bets. :D

P.S I don’t know how I managed to have so many P words in the title