"I am sick, doctor," said she," I have Lack of Words. I want to explain something, but I can not, because it seems to me that some words are missed ".
"I can not help you" said the doctor" It is a new typ of sickness and medicine can do nothing".
The tears appeared. She started crying , because she knew she could not stand it any more. She was so tired. She tried to go on living with this load, but she had been losing herself...
"Do not worry" said the doctor, " There is always hope. I have said medicine can do nothing, but you can. I write out a book for you"
She was surprised but said nothing, she took simply the book and went home. She had a great interest what kind of book it was, but the doctor had advised her to open the book first at 7:17 o,clock in the morning. She had to wait. She put the book on the desk near the window and started to look at it. It was already a little dark in the house, but she could still admire the colorful cover of the book. It was nothing wriiten on it. The day was taking away the last sunshines and she fall in a deep sleep.
She was woken up by the voice she hated most in the world: the voice of alarm. It was 7 oclock, so she had 17 minutes. She wanted to do nothing but waiting. She did not even turn on the light. She wanted simply to wait. Than the most awaited moment came. She wanted to turn on the light and to open the book, but at that moment the first sunshines of the day broke the room, as if they were bringing warm greetings specially for her. She opened the book. It was empty, empty white pages. Nothing is written. There is not even a sentence. She felt disappoinment, becaues for the first time in the life she hoped to get some kind of magic. She believed in that.
Some days, weeks and months passed, but the book stayed at the same place on the desk. She had probably forgotten about the existance of it, but the sickness got worse and worse day by day till one day.........
Later in a house I found a book.It had a colorful cover, but nothing was written on the cover.I opened it. The first sentences of the book were these here" People want to be understood because of it they waste the time on explanations, they look for words and they sill do not understand that the most beautifull fellings can not be descreibed. They post quotes and their own thoughts in social nets to show how clever they are and they still do not understand why, they share their photos to show how happy they are and still they do not understand that in the happiest moments in the life you have no time to make photos. They share the music they hear to show the sounds of their own souls but still they do not understand that the music of life can not be recorded."
I had never met her. I met once only the doctor and he told me about her.
"She has found it", said he.
"Has she found the missed words?", asked I
"No", answered he, she found a pen".
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