The world has so many books, so many stories
You could spend a lifetime reading and never finish
Because each story is an idea that stretches farther than the eye can see
Never ending perfection
Never ending beauty in black and white
Told in a way that touches you
Makes you laugh
Makes you cry
Makes you angry sometimes
And at the end, it's not the end
It's the beginning of your own idea
Your own take on someone else's and you run with it
You walk with it
You fall with it
But you get back up and realize you've created a story
Another star in the sky
Now you think it's just another,
Another star
And although stars may fade, they never die, but are reborn again and treasured just as if it was the first day of their life
Because a story is all we have
We have one story,
I am just one of the ones who has many.
