Eternal healing for a dead hearts

Never underestimate the healing power of pencil.
Its the one which gave life to the dead soul, it is the one which watered the dead plant to sprout again,Pencil and paper became her healing medicine without her own consciousness, it is the one which listened to her silence when there were no ears to listen, it is the one which observed  when everyone around were blind and which will always stays with her.
It made her to sketch.
Sketching is not just a scratching of pencil on the paper, its an eternal feeling.
It made her to write.
And again its not just a scribbling of words, its an art of expressing feelings where every blind can see, every deaf can hear, every dum can read and every lame can walk in.
People come and people go, they never gonna stay with us, none of them are.
But it is an eternal trust which always stays and heals her.
It made her to live again, trust again .
She never cry rather than just bleeding on the paper.
Its more than the world and less about a word.