These Words - By J.Marie

Some place she sits alone, thoughtless and without purpose.  The glow of the computer screen reflecting off of her pale skin.  The keys mock her ambition as she longs for the words that once poured from her soul.  Oh somber, sour girl, lacking trust and embraced in loneliness.  A dreamer and a poet, a true philosopher, she knows there is so much left to learn, but she is tired of questions, the search for truth, answers not found.   Weary she becomes aware that she is growing older.  Clocks will not stop time for her, life will not die for her, and the words she seeks will not write for her.