She #1

She doesn't speak too much. But when she does, it'll be shown on every piece of paper strapped on your back. She doesn't talk a lot. But when she does, she doesn't use her tongue, she uses pen. When you hurt her, she doesn't cry tears, she's bleeding ink. When you make her happy, she doesn't laugh, she puts all into a melody and sing it for you. When you left her, she doesn't shattered, she'll turn herself into an echo and forever disappear.

Apartment,
10.05 am | 8th April 2016