Reading Among The Lines

Sometimes the only answer is a story.

I try to explain how I feel, what I'm thinking and the only way to do that is by writing a story.

Somewhere in there, among the once upon a times and happily ever afters is a fragment of truth that comes straight out of my heart.

Heart words are sneakier than brain words, and softer than mouth words. They need to be read with the imagination and if our imaginations match then you will know just what I mean. It's like secret code for those who feel too deeply, a suit of armor that protects and defends without alienating everyone else, because anyone can listen to the story.

But only the enchanted ones will know the magic necessary to see behind it all.