As I sit here melancholily, waiting for a sign, I realise that all I need is right before my eyes.

The world can change instantaneously, if you think a different way. And listen to the stories that you hear them quietly say..

They float between the different realms, waiting for you to hear. If only you would let yourself tiptoe away from fear, it wouldn’t even see you leave as you slip into the dark, and dance yourself away merrily, into another’s arms.

You relax into the warm embrace of a story, untold to most, and realise your only role is to be the perfect host. You write the words as they come to you, you add the missing parts. You tell the tale, bold and true, to warm your reading heart.

 

Fin.