And just for thought...
She sits, refined and recluse, writing in her small purple book.
Always at the same spot around the same time every day.
You can catch a smile from her any time you want.
All you have to do is ask.
She stares off into the parking lot while you wonder what fascinates her eye so
but it's not concrete she is seeing, not by any means.
Ask her for a few words, she'll pour out all you could want.
Her hair is always a bit messy.
Her shirts are never tucked in but this girl has it all together.
Her laughter is like music to your ears.
She sits so quiet you wouldn't realize her fire burning,
so still but she moves like lightning when needed.
She will speak to you with a kindness if you make the first move
but she belongs to the written word, these beautiful lines of prose.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.