Ⅰ|Hiraeth [Wattys2015]

Not My Tale to Tell

Imagine If she starts a story one day. And it goes like this, "Once upon a time".. and she spills out the story of your life, verbatim to the tittle.
5 seconds into the story and the ephemeral moment comes toppling upon you and you realize incidences that you thought would define your life could be summed up in 10 words?
And that the smaller things played a bigger role
That when you looked back on everyday nothing looked different but when you thought about it after a while nothing was the same anymore.
That the story her rosy, pink lips were spilling could be solely directed by you.
And then the realization bug makes its own presence known and before you know she's waiting on you to finish the story.
Its in your hands. Okay? She's given you the liberty

You can paint it in love, dip it in humor and touch it up with positivity
Or, you can paint it with hues of azure and struggle, dancing with pain.
Pain that demands to be felt ,
Pain that shakes your soul up and makes you feel,
And keeps you slightly cold.

Write well. Okay?
Finish it before the pages are over,
Finish it before you're not the only writer anymore,
Finish it by yourself,
But finish it. ❁

⇛ n.d.c.b