A Mirror Reflected in Their Writing

Did they plan it all, to write it all, of their inner most feelings and thoughts. l think they did. just like their poetry, they couldn't help them selves. l had visions of them today, sitting at their writing desk, or hurriedly, at any spare table available. Papers strewn, pen and ink, untidily about the room. l think that's when they wrote the best. Sad stories, emotional pain, written in every line from what iv learnt so far. Not much yet, as l never wanted to know before, untill , for some reason, today l took interest. l thought l knew them, little did l know, l knew nothing about them. shame on me. But l think now its possible for me to really know their inner most soul, just by their writing. So l will search the meaning in every one of their written lines, for l really care. l need to know, l owe it to them, they died in the prime of their lives. What even more POWERFUL written work could have continued.... from the Bronte Sisters.