[Storyteller.]

I am unwritten,
can't read my mind,
I'm undefined.

I'm just beginning;
the pen's in my hand,
ending unplanned,

staring at the blank
page before you,
open up the dirty window,

let the sun illuminate
the words that you
could not find,

reaching for something
in the distance,
so close you

can almost tatse it;
release your inhibitions -
feel the rain on your skin.

No one else can
feel it for you,
only you can

let it in, no one else,
no one else can speak
the words on your lips;

drench yourself
in words unspoken,
live your life

with arms wide open;
today is where your
book begins -

the rest is still unwritten.