博客來The ＂The Lens Of Her Soul＂ defines the author’s raw emotions; a silent grief, creativity of happiness, fireworks of love, and whispers of the past. The author also acknowledges the not so overwhelming voyage of her life’s purpose, wondering questions turns rhetorical and redundant.
Weeping with no sound along with the morning chirps of the birds, the subtle breath while staring straight at the ceiling, wandering around
the tunnel of darkness; the tunnel of void and uncertainties, failures, disappointments and wounds that never stops bleeding. Tears that define
her tedious life, zone out for a reason of questioning the arrival of demise itself, wandering around to find an answer to her purpose. A book where
the author was glad that she can manipulate metaphors to join and have a cup of coffee with her.
