November 18th, Berlin

He sat in his study, writing in his diary, he was lost in the words he was writing on the page as each word seemed natural to him. The satisfying sound of the pen gliding against the page as he dipped it into some ink occasionally, enjoying the peacefulness that overcame him. These moments of pure peace is when he felt most comfortable, the only noise being the sound of pen and paper. Writing out his thoughts and everything he had done that day.

”Hmmm…”

He hummed, suddenly stuck on what next to write, he had some thoughts but he didn’t know if he should put on paper he was hesitant to do so. He always had a fear of someone finding his diary and choosing to go through it, invading his privacy. But he shook off the thought and continued writing, humming softly to a small tune.