The Lone Girl’s Discovery

She is the lone girl, who found peace and comfort soaked in her corner but more in her thoughts. She sits quietly, and collectedly, swaying her big eyes left and right, blinking at a calm and controlled pace, you would think she is programmed. Comfortable in her personality, she thought that was enough; to keep quiet and be all reticent. She thought listening and watching was all she had to do until thoughts became like a whirlwind. A whirlwind of creative thoughts and imaginations, yet a collection of feelings and emotions on a mission to cause an explosion. Not knowing there is a way to speak other than speaking, depression came like an untamed beast in the jungle. She screamed for help but wordlessly and unsurprisingly to no rescue until she discovered the magic of a pen and a paper. Suddenly, things became overwhelmingly interesting. Thoughts became easily bearable and digestible on paper. Out of nowhere, came creativity and like a toddler in a toy shop, she got feverish. Being observant became not just exciting but deeply meaningful. Her corner became an art room but even more a war room because there she confronted the wild, intimidating thoughts, the right and the wrong. Painting pages in ink became her power.