Stories Tell Themselves

Stories tell themselves

In tales that may sometimes

Go unwritten.

Not all stories

Are recorded,

But all that are told

Shall be carried

In minds

As vessels,

Scattering throughout

The

Earth.

It is an adventure

Waiting to be told

That makes

Us fall asleep

To bedtime

Stories,

And stay

Awake,

Turning

Just

One

More

Page in the book

Telling us about

Magic

And

Myths

And impossible

Endings

And humble

Beginnings.

Stories

Are like

Webs,

Intertwining

Us like spiders,

Spindling

A path

To connection.

Tell a story,

And hear one too.

The pages

Are not the confines

For the tales

To be told

In the world

Of

Endless

Memories.

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