Lara Frost's Diary - Chapter 2 Maybe I'm a poet. Or maybe I'm just a girl trying to play with loose words, piecing together letters like someone collecting seashells at the edge of the sea, hoping that one of them hides an entire universe. It's funny wanting to frame words that were born precisely to remain free. Some accept the frame. Others escape through the cracks, insisting on remaining wind, silence, longing. I discovered that there are feelings that allow themselves to be written and others that simply pass through us. The more I try to describe them, the more they transform into something that doesn't fit on paper. Perhaps because certain emotions weren't made to be explained, but only lived. Writing has never been about finding answers. It's always been about keeping the questions company. Maybe that's why I keep returning to the blank pages. They never ask me for certainties. Only sincerity. And, in the end, maybe poetry doesn't even reside in words. Maybe it lives precisely in the spaces between one sentence and another, where each person finds a different meaning, a different memory, a different piece of themselves. If that's the case... I think I'll keep writing not so that people understand me, but so that, somewhere, someone will recognize themselves in me.

Lara Frost's Diary - Chapter 1 There are mistakes no one should make. And there are those that a camgirl knows she should never allow herself to make. But between knowing and doing, there's a chasm. Am I so wrong for feeling so much? For believing, even for a moment, that it could be real? That, perhaps, I could cross the screen and find something beyond it? Ah, Lara... Naive Lara. Just as she arrived, the wind took her away.