And when twilight fades into night.When darkness creeps slowly inside her house . When silence echoes through out the building, she sneaks into her magical world. Where she lives her brief moments of freedom which she always yearned for.The place where her thoughts were her own,where she did not need build walls around her,where she never need fake a smile .The pplace where hope cast out the darkness inside her.The place where she was complete,where she was happy.Where there were no worries.The place where satisfaction dwelled.For she was free there . There was no one to hide from, no one to please.Where SHE was the QUEEN.It was her magical world where the ghosts of expectations and guilts never haunted her.
And she would escape the brutal reality to roam in her world full of possibilities.
She never needed an old cupboard in an old room or a magical well or a tornado to sweep her off.
All she needed was a pen.
Then she would travel through the pages,her words accompanying her.She would discover herself.
Writing was always magical for her .
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De TodoWhen that sudden 2a.m feeling hits you like thunder and a thousand thoughts buzz through your brain in the quiet of the night. At that moment when you live myriads of emotions, when a deep fuzzy feeling settles inside you and you want to hold those...
