Expressions
She sits in her room, in the shadow of a single light. She stares at the screen, she knows she needs to write but is at a loss for words. Sometimes it is so easy and times like this…not so much. Has she really said all there is to say? She thinks about all the written pages, all the poems and wonders if there is anymore to say. Surely there are lots of things to write about. Emotions and feelings, thoughts and points of view. Yet the only thing on her mind is him. He must be tired to a point, of her expressing her every feeling to him but then again, maybe not. She always feels like there’s more to say. More to express. Sometimes she feels like there are not enough words and other times like she’s already said enough. She wonders if she even NEEDS to write anymore. Always pouring out her heart and soul on the page. She writes to express. It’s her therapy. Her release of emotions. Writing the things she maybe otherwise could never say aloud. He tells her to keep writing. He is her inspiration, her reason for writing, her reason for living. Everything that she is, is because of him. Her world, her every waking moment revolves around him. Almost all of her writings are either for or about him. In one short year she has been transformed because of him. So tonight, once again, she writes for him, about him and to him.