“The universe is not made of atoms; it’s made of tiny stories.”
|The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories: Volume II, Joseph Gordon-Levitt|
There once was a girl that wrote a book.
It took a year.
Words would hide, blur and escape her
She came to a spot and wrote, "the end."
The girl put the book away.
Disgusted at her story.
Not willing to share it any more.
Along came a challenge.
The bruises from the first book had faded.
She had forgotten their pain.
The girl took up the pen again.
This time the words were not so deceitful.
They flooded her in hurricanes, at night, during the day and when the music filled her.
The story unfolded, quickly.
Its shape was pleasant to her.
The characters were charmers.
She was in love.
The girl didn't give in.