It's stories we crave,
we thirst after them
and wish to impale them
upon the ends of our
barbed and perilous curiosities.
It's the story and it's telling
that reminds us that we are,
it's the story in it's listening
that affirms we are members
of a greater whole
with it's language,
its babblings,
it's eccentricities.
It's the story that
binds us to the memories
of a collective past,
that recalls our humanity,
that trumpets possibilities,
that predicts our fate.
It's stories we crave,
they give us place
within the gyrations of
a chaotic universe,
they offer sanctuary
from the fear and
uncertainty of living.
It's stories that
catalog our fears,
give them all names,
names that we can call upon
to subdue their reckless tendencies.
It's stories that
give dimension to dreams,
hopes and aspirations.
It's stories we crave,
we long to be reminded,
that we are not alone.
