S T O R Y
We need our story, a framework upon which to hang our lives.
The words are our heartbeat, the rhythm to which we walk. . .
or waltz, depending on the chapter.
Some sentences are so beautiful that we ride their meaning,
skilled and agile like a surfer to the shore.
Some are not . . .
But we turn the page and it is gone.
Just a memory, just another part of the story.
And the ever unfolding tale
moves on . . .