No One Saw The Ocean

To title a story
You must first have 
A character, 
Some chapters, pages,
Small numbers in corners 
A beginning, an ending,
Themes, plots and surprises
Unpredictable events,
Some foreshadowing
Some flashbacks, 
And most importantly 
Millions and millions of words.

But for you my dear,
Words will never define you 
You are as omnipresent as the air
As free as a fall breeze
And as pure as the first winter snow

No sir, you are too much of everything 
To be limited with a title.

◄ Run Away With Me

Epiphany ►

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