Hazy promises and delicate hopes tinted the dull sky of her blank pages. Bewildered emotions channelled out of the empty cage to mark the beginning of a new dawn of the lost sun in her blank pages.
Confined tears found their way to the endless ocean of diligently spun words from dried misery.
The world refused to accept her, so she wove a new world to dwell in.
A world worth living in.
A world made of ink,
scrupulously crafted by the mind.