To anyone else ,she's a writer,an author ,a crafter
But to herself ,she's an untamed beast in need of a leash
An isolated thinker
A deliberate mess.A wreck
Salvaging alphabets to tame her vicious ideas
Stringing phrases to mold a breeding map for her displaced thoughts
And issuing intricately weaved paragraphs to hush the tide of failure, conceived agony and helplessness
The firm grip on her pen ,the untitled scribbles on the emptiness of the page milks in a new kind of hope ,peace and solace
She crafts and fashions a world on her own
She is always busy in fighting a war in her mind