I once thought that an untold story inside you was the greatest pain you could ever feel. And I was right. An untold story is a million heartbreaks at once, it's the ignored pleas of words in your mouth, on your fingers, begging to be released. And it hurts, it tears- it plays again and again on repeat, you see it day after day until you can think of nothing else. It is a creature in your mind, a wild animal rattling the walls of it's cage, tearing at the corners, looking for a way out. The only way to pacify it, to soothe it, is to set it free.
Let your fingers fly, and words pour into your paper. Weave a world where anything is possible.