She glanced at the endless sky,
looking for a way to disappear;
A place to run away; a place to hide;
Some place where no soul knows her;
A place with no worries by her side.
Tears hold no meaning, the eyes have long since dried….
For what do you do, when no one cares?
Warm feeling in her heart, long since gone cold….
For what do you do, when you have no place to call home?
Scribbling on paper, her only refuge;
For paper is patient, paper is comfort;
Words – the only way to let go,
Words – the only way to express….
Ink, the ultimate escape!