My fingers are filled with words,
dropping like stars from the tops of my inner landscapes.
My words are full of my heart’s letters,
which my soul has written long before I was born.
My words give life to my creativity
which gives shape to my inner voice.
My inner voice comes alive only through keyboards,
because in every typing there’s a death and a rebirth
of what was and what is or what will be.
Yes, I am a writer,
because this is what makes my soul joyful and free.

Ilda Dashi is a passionate poetess, a wildly soft rebel, and a travel lover. She adores nature and forests. She has gone far too long to realize that she knows nothing about anything; she just keeps track of what she discovers along the way about herself and the world around her. To her, life is a mystery, and so are we all. You can find her on her website/blog, ildadashiwritings.wordpress.com, and on her Facebook page.