Some open books stay open longer than others, due to having more than one picking up that story, however. Each one is in a pace of their own, while one is ready to turn for a new chapter, another is still on that page.
To begin with had been screaming out louder than it becomes while matters calm. Yet by then their screams are no longer known what for.
The further in the past to reveal the expression on their face changes. Although the pictures are there to discover but are digging deep.
That world to visualise outside that window is of a clouded mist to see clearly. Perhaps the thoughts to have are to scratch the surface of ones own mind.
While it seems like just a bedtime story to fill a dreamy young head with. There are some stories need protecting once they have acknowledged those tales. As where others keep themselves to themselves and keep feelings locked deep inside. Such stories to know can open up those feelings they prefered to keep hidden.
In the forest; chances are like seeing for them just as they are about to disperse. As to be under a sheet of darkness that just breaks away and lets that light in. However, distantly across the horizon it's seen. Somehow knowing the opportunity arised but came around later than expected.
Jeremiah Ch.50:V.43 " - The king of Babylon hath heard the report of them, and his hands waxed feeble: anguish took hold of him, and pangs as of a woman in travail."
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