The Unwritten Story

There's a story I need to write

I am not sure how I will start

With faded parts buried somewhere

With unseen chapters hidden in closets

That I still don't know how to find.

Maybe I could pour a few drops

But every drop holds an ocean of words

Words that I have always wanted to speak out aloud

But words that never mark their presence

Except through my pen.

Words that may bring ecstasy

But words that may also bring conflicts.

There's an evening that I remember

When a few drops of rain brought out

Words that I had always wanted to speak out aloud.

There's a night that is supposed to exist

When silence is soothing and loud

And the conflicting parts are beautiful.

I await the ability to pour them out easily

There are crimson blue dreams to preserve

That I am scared might fade away.

...No this is not it, my heart says,

The words seem to get exhausted.

There's a story I need to write

To pour it all out until I can hold it

I am not sure how much I can hold inside

With restless nights for a part of mine.

Oh there's a blue fountain that awaits

Maybe some other day again

There's a story I need to write.