unseen

It is the stories that one cannot write that most haunt the mind. The words that will not lend themselves nicely to the page. The ones that refuse to play out into some sort of tightly-knit Aesop’s Fable lesson. The ones that dig heels in and cannot be shaped or sculpted into something creative or beautiful. These images sit like space occupying lesions to borrow the language the Oncologists use.

Put it down for a while. Leave it here.

One had no idea something so simple could be so hard.

Put it down for a while. Take a break from it.

But, what if no one else will carry it? What if no one else will bear to look into the glow? What if no one else will search for answers where the questions are unseen?