LE LIVRE PRIMÉ DE JEAN BARRIER
L'histoire vraie
Essays
Every time my mind weathers a storm, blood surges through my veins and spills into my fingertips, compelling them to dance across the keyboard, creating a symphony of words that somehow brings me calm amid the chaos.
BIO
I was six when my parents took me to the beach, and I would take my diary with me, sinking into the yellow sand as the waves shared secrets with the land. I would allow the grains to slide between my toes, open up my pages, and spill my thoughts, writing letters that felt more home than spoken words ever could.
Being an only child, I found comfort in paper. Perhaps it was the weight of unspoken words or the quiver in my voice that made communication a chore. But in ink, I found solace. Words were my silent companions, each and every one filled with a depth I couldn't manage to verbalize.
As the years passed and new languages were available to me, so were new forms of expression. With each language that I mastered, I opened up another portal to a new world, a new way to weave my ideas into something tangible, something that could reach out from my own solitude.
Be it in an essay or in poetic prose, I write intentionally, incorporating deeper meanings into the fabric of my language. Each phrase is intentional, each sentence a thread connecting events in my life. Writing, to me, is more than an art form—it is a mirror, a sanctuary, and a bridge connecting my soul with the world.
I'm Sophia. I'm twenty years old, and I'm doing a gap year to work on other sides of my life—learning new languages, sculpting my body at the gym, and devoting more of myself to writing, so that it can evolve from a silent passion into an unstoppable part of me.
I embrace life in its bitterness and sweetness, knowing that to be able to feel anything at all is a gift. No matter how distasteful some tastes are, I would rather savor them, documenting each layer of experience in words for others who, like me, attempt to discern order from disorder.
