Unspoken words of an untold soul who hears her thoughts loud. Aches and pains of chapters half written; people who’ve come and go from her life, seeking different routes. Hers was only a rest stop. Never makes it to the end of a chapter. Why? Because temporary travelers don’t stay for the whole story; they go and write their own, with someone new. Then they finish a chapter; find a destination to settle and call home. She was only a turning page of those who were just wandering by.