It was too good, to handle. She had a voice but refused to let it out. People who could handle it all, danced in her rain of words, others just found shelter, and some others just stared at it, from the windows of their houses and enjoying the outcome. I held on to it deliberately, just as you hold a fish taken out of water. The second she closed her eyes to think of something to write, all her feelings, emotions came rushing. They would destroy everything she ever built like patience, kindness and gentleness. Every nerve, every ounce of blood, every part of her body screamed write write write.