Her Love For Words...(teaser)

Words...such a simple thing that's a huge part of our daily survival but yet without it we would be lost and unable to convey what is and isn't. In the midst of all this ignorance towards this art...there was this one girl who's life would have been lost without the companionship of words. Her true friends weren't the life-like creatures we call humans, but actually the words that took shape of beautiful blue ink symbols. The block letters that were formed by the click-clack of the keys on a typewriter. This girl, she wasn't just some inspired artist or writer...she was literally and devotedly in love with words. Sometimes she sits at her desk waiting for inspiration to strike her, tapping her fingers in a hasty manner, biting her nails, grabbing her hair in frustration, pointing the pencil hard into the blank sheets hoping for some flow in movement...when the thing she obsesses over the most isn't spilling out she goes insane. You'd think it was the normal timid frustrated insane that normal people have when work isn't getting done, but with her...it was different. For her it was much more than work but was more of passion and love for something so powerful that she could yell for not being able to attain it. Her human friends would avoid her from time to time noticing how fidgety and neurotic she gets during these times. She was never be able to just sit in one place but kept bouncing around like atoms trying to come up with ideas. She would start sweating and heaving. Her pupils would dilate resulting from sleepless hyperactive nights. Dark circles covered her eyes...she would completely loose it. Some people even thought of calling for help when she got like this because to them it wasn't normal right? Wrong, for her it wasn't normal that she couldn't find the words...when she had such a close bond to them, why would they refuse to come out?! That is what all of us feel at the end of the day when we can't get the one thing we love madly. People justified their behavior was because their insanity in such cases was cause of the human being they weren't able to get-that one person that made them go insane. They'd question her motives and try to convince her that this passion should be diverted towards other human beings not non-realistic things like words. But what they didn't get is that for her, her love for words was just the same as someone's love for someone else. She had surrendered her life to words the day she picked up her first book and admired each page for the way such tiny symbols could tell a whole story. You know how some people have this expression that "I'm married to my work" because they were workaholics, well for this girl it was a real bond; between her and words. She was in her mind and soul, married to the phenomenon we call WORDS.