Ever since she was young, she loved words.
Books nourished her. She read books like a starving man would eat.
She still loves words, and arranges them and re-arranges them like building blocks and is hoping one day, to build something beautiful.
'It's never too late', they say
But I don't agree because, you see
We take our time
We wait and wait
...
The sun creeps in
The room to find us
But we are hidden
In the darkness
...