Her favorite thing is when it's 6a.m. and the sun is rising and she wakes up to it and admires it from her bed as her room is slowly filled with more and more color.
She'll get up and make herself some coffee and come back to her room. She'll get a glass of water to sprinkle the plants that live on her window seal and she'll leave the window open so the morning air can linger in. She'll start writing as she listens for the birds. Sometimes she'll stop writing for a few minutes to send me a paragraph about her love for something.
She was born a writer. Her mind thinks like a writer. She sees stuff in detail. She describes in detail. She talks like she's writing things down for you. Her mouth is her keyboard, her vocal cords the fingers that scatter across it. She's a writer at heart and what a beautiful thing that is.
YOU ARE READING
Eh~
De TodoA series of rants, poems, quotes, thoughts, ect. Written by unless stated otherwise. Varies from sad to mad to happy, whichever.
