The Supplemental Beating Of My Heart

She was one who had an unordinary mind. She searched for something none of us knew, well, I knew what she was looking for. I somehow could always see her simple brilliance just by the way her Y's and G's would curl when she wrote. She wrote a lot. She'd always write in this leather brown journal. No-one could figure out what she wrote, but we were all curious. What got us even more curious, was when she disappeared for three months and still hasn't come back. That is, until, her journal arrived on my doorstep.