Our mind is like an ocean,

it can sweep

us away in

an instant

and bring us to a place

far

far

away.

In a moment of

m a d n e s s,

the pen touches the paper,

the fingers hit the keyboard.

Like an enchantment,

the pen will not cease to scribble,

the keys will not fail to make sound.

Until time has halted,

watching, listening,

to the words and sounds of our story.

Our minds

p

o

u

r

e

d

onto the paper forming shapes,

that are not tangible to the.      touch,

not visible to the                               eye.

but instead substantial to the                   heart.

It reaches out to                               feel,

it gazes to                               see.

And thus our work is concluded,

our purpose, f u l f i l l e d.

Us,

the Storytellers.