Power of writing!

She wrote so much things that she lost her senses. This time she was seating at her desk keeping time to reflect about what she wanted to write.

She floated in a kind of cotony sky, she was absolutely not on the real time. She forgot how she could be so creepy unconscious of the reality. She thought she was missing a half life in the real world. All people marry all people settle all people think to get a great job all people really live, she really left this.

She wasn't disturbed by that she only said that she has had to DREAM while people live. She accepted this in between which is comfortable to not admit the rules of the real world.

Otherwise thought she I have had to dye many time. Dying of love dying of betrayal dying of loneliness dying behind death of other beloved people.

Behind her sheets she was contemplating the power of writing saying all this keep me away from death!