And she loved to write …

And she loved to write so much. So much more than anyone could understand or grasp. And no one knew the depth of the words behind her sword, like wells of darkness and like the breaking of dawns new light, they never saw the truth just like they never saw nor understood the tears behind her smile ….πŸƒ

 

 

 

And she wrote about everything and everyone, naming nothing and no one. She just wrote and she wrote and she wrote…πŸƒ

 

 

 

 

And when she opened her mind suddenly thousands of butterflies were freed…πŸƒ

 

 

 

And when she penned her words she bled only poetry, poetry that only like minds could see, could feel, could read and only minds like hers could understand …. πŸƒ

 

 

 

And she wrote about you too. But you did not know. You were too blinded to see. You thought she wrote of people who lived in her mind, of people who never existed and she did, she wrote about them too. She wrote of smiles and love and life. She wrote of sadness and tears and death. She wrote of things she’s never seen and of places she’s never been to. But still she wrote and she wrote and she was grateful to find the escape of a blank page …. πŸƒ

 

 

 

And when her heart was broken, she wrote …πŸƒ

 

 

And when her heart was again healed, she wrote ….πŸƒ

 

 

And when she felt imprisoned, she wrote ….πŸƒ

 

 

And when she was set free, she wrote ….πŸƒ

 

 

And she wrote of characters she would like to be …. πŸƒ

 

 

And she wrote of people she could never be….. πŸƒ

 

 

And she wrote of things she’s tried to forget…πŸƒ

 

 

 

And she wrote of things she never wants to forget…πŸƒ

 

 

 

And truly her mind was a field of green, punctuated with a temperate breeze and with sunflowers and daisies…πŸƒ

 

 

And behind the hills of green was a war zone no one had ever seen…. πŸƒ

 

And her words flowed like a crystal clear stream ….πŸƒ

 

 

And her words soared like birds in the twilight sky …πŸƒ

 

 

 

And you watched and read as you stood back gazing, grazing on her thoughts …πŸƒ

 

 

 

And while you stood there pondering, wondering, she sat somewhere writing anew, writing some more, perhaps again she wrote of you, for you ….πŸƒ

 

 

 

And she loved to write and to allow you to enter her mind ~ HπŸƒ

Haajar…

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