She felt that speaking was too ordinary, so she took to writing. She gave every word her own meaning, its own colour, its own scent. When she was upset, she would draw the letters as shapes of cool green trees and a blue breeze that brought about ease. She would imagine a world of absolute quiet with a chaos of words, stringing through. Each letter held the power of the entire alphabet and spoke all the languages of the world. Each letter gave a different shade of synonyms and made no sense in the most obscure ways. As she grew, she wrote less and less & began speaking more & more. The more she spoke, the less she wrote. Her creativity lagged and her speaking was just…so ordinary. “How are you’s” were responded with a robotic “good” and words lost their colour, their scent, their meaning. Life became almost monotone. Everyone was so simple. Speaking was too ordinary.