wrapped in these fingers, somewhere, is a story. and in that story is a place, a place where all of this comes together, for a moment, before shooting off in different directions again, and it's that place i'll always escape to when i close my eyes.

it's a great story. normally complementary themes, thrown into conflict. five, ten different paths converging and then diverging once more in the only true meaning of 'parallel' when it comes to telling a story. it's a love story, it'll bring a smile to your lips, it'll renew your faith.

maybe i'll tell you, someday.