I wish I could tell you a story with a happy ending. Yet it's still unwritten, it has not been spoken nor thought of. What's really on the mind, on the tip of the tongue? What is it that the body can show you, your eyes cannot see, your fingertips can feel and your lips taste? What makes the time slow down but still move as fast as the light? What is it that makes it IT? Is it the glowing aura or just the humble touch? Is it the imagination of the illusion that it is the truth, and the truth only? How dare I neglect the facts of this wonder? Forgiveness is there any? Should I search for something I don't believe exist? Am I even allowed to see into myself, my soul and spirit? Is it suppose to hurt, is this the meaning of it all and would you want to change it? If you could tell the story would it even be yours to tell? Could you rewrite the beginning to know the end, but write the end not knowing the beginning? Would you let the water in the great river run dry, not know it's end, only to guess when you know destiny and faith cannot be foreseen? Can I tell you a secret, can trust be loyal and can protection be bravery? Are misstakes the answer or are they simply a distraction? What is it that makes IT so special? Is it the warm vibrations or just the powerful words? Is it the longing for a lost beauty which you and I will never understand? Not even gaze upon the sight of it's glory, it's art, like the seasons cover the earth? Are we privileged enough to swore our life to this story, that this is it? Are we truly and dearly lovers of the moon and the sun, the heaven and the sea and under the stars and planets? What if it was never really it, but it was barely a function of the mind that it would become something greater than IT itself? And that IT is only a projection of what it has long been told to be? Should it be forgotten and left just to be called IT? Or would you stand on the mountain peek and scream out, that there is more to IT than it calls for us?
I wish I could tell you a story, but IT could never be told because IT has never been written.