“She likes the calming sound of the nib against the flawless surface of the sheet.
She likes it because somehow, through this, she’s at an interim peace.
Letting it all out as her words make love to each other to form an offspring—words that came from the innermost cuts of pain; and of profound sorrow and unknown faces of fear.
She’s sad, always has been.
A sad girl who writes effortlessly, because words naturally come out, stuffed with sincerity.
She’s not happy—a fact she’s not afraid to admit.. but when the sad girl writes, everybody nods and acquiesces.. that it’s a masterpiece.”
Disclaimer: I’m not the sad girl I’m talking about in this piece. Lol 😝 just trying to be poetic here.. ♥️