A story only ends when to decide it is the end. Satisfied with the details, excited for the conclusion, and happy the plot got what they wished for.
Will only know how delicate it is by holding it in the hands it was intended for. It's not the object that needs to be delicate but the one who grasps it in their hands.
Having met them in person as they appear to be. With their distance to give they become as a star in the night sky.
If there be a bowl full of juicy details tipped to pour out every drop. Will still expect more to appear from what has given everything it has.
They do say the truth will come out eventually. And whatever it was swept under the carpet makes a reappearance. Done so in a way that they wear that carpet like a long robe they just crawled out of. Where others have moved on, got on with their lives, who exactly needs to do the catching up?
In the forest; roads are for people who have no idea where to go. Those who can walk through a dense woods, find a way in the midst of a fog, tred upon a path that can easily stray off course. Are the ones who know the land from the roots up and all the establishments that makes the place called home. Roads are for those who pass through, leave an impression, and then be gone again.
Jeremiah Ch.47:V.6 " - O thou sword of the LORD, how long will it be ere thou be quiet? put up thyself into thy scabbard, rest, and be still."
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