The greatest story never told came about to an end in the silence of the night before. With daring power, heavens clouded up the light beyond its path, and no one was there to see it. Without ink, the pages of his book turned out to be blank all this time, with no trace left behind. A glimpse of what was never meant to be, faded out in the outlook of his eyes. The fear he most feared got tested and true.

A rollercoaster of emotions that lasted nearly a year got fused in one split-second down the deep end of his psyche. From none, to some, to a lot, to sad, to non-existent, back up again, faded, and snowed under. Now, well… his feelings had no place in this world for now.

He sat down under the 4 o’ clock moon, with thoughts about what just happened, trying to wonder what’s next, but unfortunately for him, the moon couldn’t guide him, that was his journey to pass through by his own means.

He had nothing left in him and his strength was no more. He had nothing left but to accept the fact that he was wrong to try and force things into being his way, because things do not always have to be a certain way, things just are what they are. He was ready make something out of this experience and treasure it for what it had been, and for what it brought to him, not for what he left behind. He smiled for a moment, but then with a tear in his eye, he dared not to look back again.

The greatest story never told, never did become a story, but for whatever it’s worth, the greatest story never told, will be remembered forever and will be a story to share, in that place between asleep and awake where dreams take form.

“Thank you for being part of it, it will never be forgotten.” - He said lastly as he turned away.