When he was a star standing with joy
He was asked to tell a story
“A story about love, a story about wisdom, a story about a nation..a story”
Said a man from the audience
But the boy just and did not know what to do or say
Thoughts were swinging and sliding on slides
Ideas were flying like eagles in the sky
Then he thought of something
It had blocked his thoughts, his mind, his smile
And he said…
What is a story when you run out of words?
What is a story when you are out of ideas?
What is a story when anger is a wall blocking your thoughts?
What is a story when tears are…
|* cries, cries
“Cry over what?!” said a motivated future thought
Cry over unnecessary fights
Especially when dark is always turned into light
Cry over a frozen screen or torn book..
Cry over forbidden love or a sad look
Cry over a spoiled flower or plant
Over a dead memory buried in the past
What is a story when the eyes are brimming with tears?
What is a story when reality is just a dream?
What is a story when vampires sucked all the ideas?
What is a story when no lines are attached?
What is it?
What is it?
|*moments of silence..breathe breathe
The audience was amazed and clapped
The young boy’s eyes gazed
A smile was drawn on his face
With a light laugh