She sat at her father’s desk and stared at the keyboard. It had been so long. So long since she put her thoughts out, into the world. So long since she’s shared her pain and her fears. So she wrote.
It was all gibberish at first but slowly, slowly, it changed. Words became phrases. Her phrases, sentences. Her sentences, paragraphs.
As she wrote, her soul breathed. As if for the first time in a long time, she released that which she’d held onto. “Breathe soul, release” and that’s exactly what she did.