Puzzle

Believe me.. I don't know how to begin this story of mine! I don't even know how someone could write his story and put it on paper! How could he put his feelings into words?! How can he empty his deepest torments onto inanimate papers that do not feel, care, or react to his pain and bitterness?! All the paper can feel is my tears, falling on it, because the places where they fall on it will wrinkle, change, and spoil its elegant, flowery surface...but I find no alternative to writing... I must tell my story to someone, before the fires in my heart escalate more and more and consume my entire being.