WriterYou look over and there she is. She’s in her usual spot, writing as always. You can see that she is scribbling frantically as she puts her thoughts on paper, writing as though she’s running out of time. As if she only has these few moments to set her words in ink before she’s forgotten. It’s a sad thought, as no one is paying much attention to her in the first place.Writer by SilverTidalWave
As look closer, you see that even though her writing looks frantic, her face is lit up with joy as she watches the words appear on the paper. There’s a smile curving the corners of her mouth, and you can tell there’s nothing else she would rather be doing at this moment. You smile. You can’t understand why it makes her so happy, but you like the fact that she is.
As if she can sense you watching her, she looks up and her eyes meet yours. For a fraction of a second you see how they look alight with passion and joy, and your heart stops in your chest. You've never seen such intense,
ScarsThe scars on my skinScars by The-Feather-Quill
Have been transferred from my heart
To preserve my mind