Their Stories
across the serein river, lay hundreds of dead bodies. in their hand, each hold a book. one that tells their story. you want to read, you want to find out the truth of life, you hope to find the secret to happiness. if you take a moment to lean down, and open up their story, you will find scratched out words, you will find torn out pages, you will find crumbles and tears in the pages from the suffering of feeling like they could not carry on in their journey. impoverished dreams. their energy being sapped away by the people around them telling them to stop believing in the one thing that makes them feel. some books you will pick up have stories about their loved ones, when you read it, you can feel their pain and their fragility. their mysterious afflication of who they loved. some stories hold delf destruction. but if you search long enough, you will realize that you do not need to search at all for the perfect meaning of life, because the beauty of it all is that, life is broken. life is messy. life is truth from the words one write.
- Mia Koehl
