Post by Tismri on Jan 19, 2010 16:18:56 GMT -5
Tismri sat alone on her neatly made bed, piles of papers scattered around her. She brushed her hand over the hundreds of pages she had written on. Mostly they were things that had confused her at some point or another. Writing helped her to sort problems out. There was over a century's worth of difficulties spelled out before her.
She wasn't writing currently. She was going through the papers, remembering the times she had written them. The very earliest ones sometimes made her laugh. She had been so young and naive then. But nonetheless more often than not she continued to hold to what she had decided back then.
Tismri sighed and sat back. So many years of confusion and she still understood so little of the facts of life. But none of that could be helped now. She would grow to understand a little more as each day passed.
She wasn't writing currently. She was going through the papers, remembering the times she had written them. The very earliest ones sometimes made her laugh. She had been so young and naive then. But nonetheless more often than not she continued to hold to what she had decided back then.
Tismri sighed and sat back. So many years of confusion and she still understood so little of the facts of life. But none of that could be helped now. She would grow to understand a little more as each day passed.
