Niya Petrova

And here I am, writing, just I claim that I can.

And I know that there are so many people like me, convincing you that they are good, that they are better, that they are the best. I can say such things too and you might even believe me.

But I won't.

I'll just say that writing flows from my heart like a silent river running between the marbles in it's tube. Nothing can stop it, because nothing wants to. Animals and plants with their dry thirst need it and human awe in admiration when they see it. I write like I sneeze. I don't need to try, it just happens. And it feels good after that.

And when it feels good for the people around you too it's even better.

And it makes you feel even more... more.