Catharsys

   She is all alone at her desk, looking at the white paper. Ideas are coming like the waves on the shore. But she can't write a thing. It is so frustrating; good ideas are here, screaming and fighting to get out of her head, waiting unpaciently to be put on the paper. But she can't do this. WHY? What is retaining her?

   She writes only when she is very sad or very happy. Never when she is quiet. Sadness and Happiness are the Muses that inspire her. And now she is having the worse moment of her life, but she just can't express her feeling. When she was younger, Julia used to tell her friends all her problems and together they used to find solutions- everything seemed so easy! As she grow old, this lady became more and more introverted and isolated from the world. Nobody knows why... because she had friends, not many, but a few and good ones. Her lover always supported her, but for Julia, this was not enough. She always wanted more, but what? She had a perfect life! People around her simply adored her attitude, the way she talk, the way she color the atmosphere with her jokes...

    Lately, she spends most of the time alone, sitting at her desk, looking at the white paper...

To be continued....