The story has been told.
Nothing left to share.
We move on.
Keep going.
It doesn't feel so bad.
I must have found peace.
All this time.
It was waiting for me.
I wrote it all out.
For the world to hear.
Even as tears blurred my eyes.
You started this tale.
Inspired a whole genre.
Even a career.
I should thank you.
Another mark by you.
Something else left on my soul.
Maybe a story for a different day.
These words are all I have left.
It's me letting go.
Starting over again.
New chapter.
A whole new story.
About the Creator
Rabbit
I see the world a little differently than most. Even at a young age I was writing down what I saw but never sharing it with a soul until now. I'm choosing love over fear.
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen4 days ago in Poets
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