But no one heard the quiet, tender words exhaling from her unsteady breath. She wrote them down in jet black ink instead. In that way, no one ever hears her anymore. She keeps her thoughts bundled up in wool and paper fibres to restrain them far from temptingly delicate inquiring eyes.
Yes, quiet folk are the gentle writers. "Furiously scribbling" every stroke of sentiment and emotion (sentimental emotion) in their little dog-eared notebooks. Smudging ink or pencil lead across their pale hands and timid faces. Few might find those humble confessionals (devotionals) until the author has exited our tumultuous world unobserved.
And yes, I am a little writer girl. I do consider this my half realized autobiography.