
So many times in my life, I’ve felt it — that feeling of uncertainty, of not being sure of what to do, or how to do something. Anytime, any day, any where — there are doubts.
And then, from nowhere, comes clarity.
Sometimes, you just know what to do. You become so sure that you’re not even sure how you became so sure. You, who used to be so unsure of everything.
And that’s why I love Sylvia Plath.
I can’t even begin to say how much I relate to her words. I haven’t read one book of hers; just a few poems, but I already know she’s one of my favourites.
Every word, every syllable, is pure venom. Addictive, powerful and the only truth.
