So She Writes...

So she sat, floating in a sea of uncertainty, and longing. Hugging her knees to her chest, she was somewhere in between sadness, confusion, and anger. She didn't know what to do at this point, with nothing to look forward too, only things to look back on. Her life was a mess, ripped at the corners. So she writes. She writes about him, she writes about them, she writes things no one will ever read, and things the world will read. She writes to organize her thoughts, she writes to free her soul. She writes because deep inside, she's scared. She writes for want of something solid in her life, something that won't change. Because she hates change far too much. And she hates good-byes.