Last monday i went crazy at a book sale like a glutton feasting at a buffet. i ended up buying 5 storybooks for abt AUD $47. the thought of me buying books would have been unimaginable just a few years back. considering my current financial status, that was as good as splurging. but i consoled myself with the belief that these precious things will be able to last me till the end of the year (especially at the rate that i'm reading).
i think i'm beginning to find power through words. i have always admire the beauty they could be and i respect their importance. sometimes i wish they would be enough for me but they are not.