She Says

This is [not] the most important thing you will ever read:
Once upon a time...a woman had something to say, a statement. The words started flowing from her fingers, keystrokes of letters, words, phrases; and her mind, standing idly by, watched with a mixture of fascination and confusion. It was as if her soul had been welling up inside of her and was finally spilling over, taking shape, transfiguring before her eyes and she could do nothing, did not want to do anything but to let it go. It was scary and comforting, lost and found, ugly and beautiful, all facets of the same entity. And when she was done, in the final moment, it was brought to life with her last breath. She would be no more, but those words would live, and in that, her spirit would remain perpetually, eternally, forever.