Once there was a girl. 

She wanted to yell her words from the mountains,
Burry her secrets in the Sahara,
And drown all the demons in the seas. 
But she had no money for the traveling. But enough for a pen and some papers. 
And so the infatuation grew. 
Letters at the roots, words as the flowering fruit. Oh, she shouted her words, buried the secrets, and had slain so many demons she had lost count.... All without leaving her little cage-like town.