#315 When the story runs

When the story runs, and you don’t notice
It carries you gently from one horizon to the other

Without a blip to be heard or a distraction in sight
It keeps your attention from all and any

It holds it close, so close that it doesn’t feel distinct
In it, a truth that speaks loud and clear

When the story goes, and you are it
Not a part or a character but the full story

So much so that you forget there was a story
And your role was once in it, but now no more

The story continues, and the narrator disappears
For when it’s close to home, you and it become one

For all intended purposes, it was never any different
Except in the stream of being, a blip disturbed the flow

And the story finished with an ending that took your breath
Only to notice that all along the story ran, and you were nowhere to be found

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~