Poem: Stories

How do I tell this story?

One that has no words, but says everything out loud.

The way we move, but not the way we sway.

The stories that brighten up a room, but also make it go silent.

The ones that hold the heart but let loose the tongue for every word unsaid.

Ideas are far from over, but they are almost empty.

The pen is never able to meet the paper.

I want to tell stories, that are hard.

That keep the eyes open.


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