seclusion...

suddenly she felt like any thing, any thought, could be the next trigger moment to induce her pending wave of emotion... the confinement of the walls she'd come to call "home" provided little comfort, yet a sense of protection... the news headlines tell of human hardships -- in comparison hers are simple and possibly self-inflicted... nonetheless, without warning, they've come to shake her to her core...

he strokes her head and tells her she's got a case of the blues... she can only imagine that it all makes little sense to an outsider, seeing that it makes little sense to her... eyes puffy, face and heart heavy, she's entirely boggled by what's come over her and simply craves solitude...

understandably, it might not be the best route to portray these sensations of melancholy in such a vaguely written context for those with the curiosity to read it... begging for attention is so far beyond the actual intention... truly, the clacking on a keyboard is nothing but a therapeutic method towards ridding of this unfamiliar feeling... and perhaps the hope that others understand the plight of her heavy-hearted state...