A glance of hope. The message
between pen and paper, yet to begin.
Words are stored like wine until released
with flavor; held in private
until it breathes out a message. Indifference
is the creature of thought, the expression
of the unexpected. The surprise. The
unimpeded flow, void of subjective
influence as it flourishes like a garden.
The story becomes told. The reading
is a toast to all who continue to try.