sofia writes things
– one that does not include dragons and knights or a word untrue, but rather women, spread throughout lands and lore like volcanic ash not permitted to soar. I am going to tell you of midnights and moors, and moonlit manors with open doors, where maidens were left to wane and wither until naught remained…
In November I visited a bookshop that had a sign that said “Books” above the door, and it felt like a magical portal that was conjured just for me. The stories that created paths throughout it stood floor to ceiling, and they seemed to be ordered based more on feeling and personality of the book…
Today is #worldpoetryday, and for this day I am sharing a blog post I wrote when I was 19 on the evening I first discovered the song Pink Bullets by The Shins. I remember feeling lost and sad and doing all I can to remain afloat, and this song made my heart crack open like…
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Sofia Mifsud