Tell Me About Your Secrets

This isn't a story.
It's a moment.
My moment.

It came to me quietly, during an hour when I wasn't trying to write anything.
I just felt something, and I let it spill.

Reverie isn't planned or structured.
It's not a beginning, middle, or end.
It's simply a place where I poured everything I was feeling.

A space where thoughts and emotions met on the page, without explanation, and most importantly, without rules.

It's raw. It's real. It's mine.
And maybe, in some quiet way...
it's yours too.