stories

all stories start with a drop of ink
blank pages upon black pages
brought to life by each stroke of experience
a drop turned into a word
into a sentence
into the story of your life
the one only you know of
the one you stood witness for
the one you experienced
it all started with a drop
you probably didn't know
how the colors would have changed
what once were bright colors
turned grey
where flowers used to dance
are now where shadows linger
and the bright golden sun
turned into a sky full of stars
and warmth
turned into a cold breeze

stories change
and so do you
turn the page again
it's okay if it's only darkness
one day, I'm sure
one day
the sky will turn blue again
and the wind will sing your stories
one day, you'll realize
"im okay"
each day is a step worth taking
hold onto me
if you need to
I'll help you write your story
I'll be your hands and feet
and we'll move through life together
hold onto me
so i dont fall into the darkness
it's cold here
so empty
stories tainting other stories
the memories turn into a whirlpool
and I'm the bottom
i can't breathe
save me

[Ja9.25]
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