what stars are made of

As a child, I grew up reading books by Enid Blyton- she was the reason I started reading in the first place. At a younger age, I looked at her books as stories packed with action and interesting people: full of children like me but with more thrilling lives. Her books struck me as intense, adventurous- but they were never repetitive. As I grew older, though, with my energy focused on different things, her books became the opposite of what they used to be: they became synonymous with peace, relaxation. They were an escape, all the same- just from different things this time. And now, they were more important. It seems strange, though, to read so many books written by a single person, to explore every corner of their mind- without actually knowing anything concrete about the person themselves. It was only in 2018 that I got curious about the life of my favourite author and began to read about her, starting with a biography by Barbara Stoney, with a foreword from Enid’s daughter, G

i'm something stuck between your teeth  and lost and nothing more  you found yourself three years ago  it makes no sense to hold me close.  i play with the shadows that follow you in the dark  and tell myself it's you  but it never will be.  and it never will be okay–  life will come crashing down on me again  and i will crumble, fall as you watch:  i've been seen,  left unseen.  we listen to the same music  but we listen to it when we're far apart  and it doesn't remind us of each other,  even though i wish it did  because everything reminds me of you these days–  it's pathetic, i've been told  to leave you alone and fly away.  if it was up to me  i'd love to believe  that you, too, are a little lost  a little unhappy, a little messed up in the head i'd believe that you think of me sometimes  and know in my heart that you don't  because you're not lost  instead, you're clean 

darling nobody, the next few days are pure bliss. i blend into my new family perfectly: i am happy, my mental health is soaring, i manage to be productive and i also spend time with my new family, something that i enjoy doing very much. i already dread moving away from here: i know that this is the family for me, and this feeling never changes in the next few weeks. my host parents are warm and welcoming: i enjoy talking to them more than anything, and ask them questions about everything under the sun- that they are patient enough to answer. something unexpected that happens in the house is that i begin to like cats. like, in fact, is an understatement, i fall utterly in love with them. as a child, i adored both cats and dogs an equal amount, but as i grew older, my love for cats began to diminish. i began to see them as angry, disloyal creatures and stopped playing with them. my family has five cats. there is patricio or pato , the fat, old orange cat with no feeli