North Dakota Night

There are so many stories waiting patiently inside me. Some have already happened while others, I will never fully see nor understand in my lifetime. Within my mind mega bites of information enter and exit at their own will. Some pieces are caught in a filter to which no delete or open button exists. These lay lodged, awaiting other pieces to complete them. Others, though full of hope, never find their way out. These show themselves to me at night while in slumber, burning up as my eyes open. In what would best be described as an informational field of asteroids these ideas exists. Much like deep space many of these thoughts live in states of suspended animation. Some will collide with others and form a new idea, which for reasons unknown to me take on a new shape. It is in these new shapes that they began to work towards the surface of my consciousness. It is here that they wait to be nudged into the limelight of this computer screen.
Ideas are like that, at least for me. Waiting for some small event to light the bulb above my head. For some they start the long process to become a story after a smell, a touch, or a taste causes me to understand where they wish me to take them. Often, they are sad and desire the story of themselves to be so, while others seek a happy ending. Many, are incomplete and become an unfinished work in progress, and of those, few ever make it to anyone’s eye. Their fluid sounds falling on deaf ears, some slowly forgotten, while some die. It was Michelangelo that once said that within each piece of stone is a sculpture waiting to be released. For me, these stories are but moments away, await their release, awaiting that nudge out into the light of day, and this was one of them.