The pale longing on her visage belies,
A thousand expressions hidden inside corridors of her self,
An ocean of words flutter incessantly waiting to be shared,
Rumbling and grumbling, churning inside,
How does striking a conversation come easy to some people?
There may be known faces all around,
But, she’s all alone,
In her writing realm, she is the queen of those unspoken words,
Write and write,
Thirst of words never to be quenched,
The sound of pen scratching on paper,
Is appreciation enough for her unfound friend.