Thalassophile and Bibliophile

Dear Diary,

There may have been my past donations of variety that is why today I was able to receive so much appreciation and gratitude from my friends, relatives, and my ever-respected teachers. A point which I would like to clear is that I initiated the voyage in my Ocean of Literature with a simple raft made up of paper fastened together with ropes of ink and with an oar of a fountain pen or ball pen or a even a pencil- any two else when using one is kept as spare materials. Being a human, after all, I do get hungry and being truthful: I am an edacious consumer of those victuals which are some kind of anthology of any particular author.

My voyage encountered the waters of Thalassa of Prose; the gates were open to everybody and inside that perimeter, I espied varied kinds of structures. There were islands of Drama, Tragedy, Horror, Romance, Fiction, Non-fiction, Science-fiction, History, Philosophy and others which were just as picturesque as possible. I conjectured to sojourn there for a long time rather than usual as to satisfy my tongue, who is in coordination with the brain- to taste other delicacies served by a specific category if you become its member: I had taken membership of five different categories in which it was mandatory to provide two creations. It was easy for me to be a member rather speedily due to my submission of creations very quickly; not demanding any extra time. It had to be dexterous so those blabbermouth philistines do not enter the sacred waters and lands of Prose- the people here do not ever mistake their limbs to sacrilege: it is an omen for them.

In the meantime I sojourned there, I had written eleven more prose creation. As a wanderer, I had been roaming places and sea routes to observe and exhume points from it. There I was able to witness people who took a rather different route which pointed towards the "Embassy of Thalassa of Verse;" I do know what was it so I asked the person heading towards there and he explained to me that after the ending of this perimeter, covering one hundred kilometers there is situated the Thalassa of Verse where poetic creations are encouraged. I was attracted by such another section and thence; I sought to head for that Thalassa of Verse to know more.

No fine instrument I possess through which I can say how many hours have passed but I assure you, my succeeding voyage was safe and I incurred no harm. When gates were opened to let me in, the majestic atmosphere was austere and filled with ecstatic zeal; you can listen to the gallantry, chivalry and other forms of appreciation; the internal laughter, the bevy cachinnating due to some reason; it felt moving and so I made my resolution to live here forever. Within this perimeter, there were islands of Lyric, Eulogy, Romance, Nonsense, Rhetoric, Free verse, and other such delicacies.

To this day, I have contributed Thalassa of Verse with my ninety creations in all. When a century is completed and I am satisfied with it; I shall teleport myself to other vernacular oceans existing in this galaxy's planets. I hope there will be an Embassy of Thalassa of Verse in the vernacular planets I shall be approaching in the future. My today's experience was like a benison for my soul- to learn more regarding other languages' intact and prevalent lavishness, empowered by young and old both sections of the society.