She pours her heart out at the end of each day. Crying and writing how she hurts. It’s her deep dark secrets that make her fill her diary – she lives in depression and longs for a life. One with a man who will love her like there is no one else. With each word she scratches out poetry of heartache and pain. Her demons speak of her fears. Her soul sings of hope and dreams.
She turns on the radio and begins to write again. This night is like all the others. No dreams came true, no love was found.
And what I first thought of with this prompt …
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – diary