she liked to read and she liked to write
she liked poetry especially
she liked she could write about everything and nothing
at the same time
she liked creating characters,
nameless, lost souls,
painting them with life,
and then letting them fall back into oblivion,
back into a realm of non-existence.
she wrote about scary things
and beautiful things.
she wrote tragically,
because it was the only way to feel
what she was writing.
what she said was not always true,
but sometimes it was.
and she liked the tragic souls because
they helped her hide from
becoming one.
instead she got to be one of
the nameless,
just for a page.
