Stories. Them stories.
They are a beginning, a middle and an end.
They are a birth, a life and a death.
Sometimes more births, lives and deaths.
They are a love, a friendship and a relationship;
Sometimes two or more or many.
They are a flow, a narrator and a narration,
They are sadness, happiness, joy and frustration.
They are dreams, journeys, desires and possessions,
They are successes, failures, achievements and destinations.
They are let-downs, demotivation, inspiration and motivation.
They are drama, comedy, horror, tragedy and action.
They are people, personalities, thoughts and passion.
I am a story
And you are a story.
Make me listen to you
And I will sit quietly and listen.
Like a puppy eyed curious two-year-old
I will beg you not to stop halfway.
I might ask a few questions
And nod a few times,
Maybe laugh with you at the saddest of situations
And cry with you in the happiest of times.
I will immerse myself in it,
As you go from the very beginning till the end
And look back at you with satiated curiosity
And deep understanding of what just happened and how.
Now that you are done;
Will you listen to me now?
