Whisper in the woods

Everyone has a story to tell. Some tell it quick while others grapple with the plots. Some stories are easy to tell and easier to forget, and others linger in your hearts long after the spoken words have dissolved into ether. 

Then there are the untold ones- the ones that slip between the pauses and the sighs and get lost in the crevices of life. Stories that never see the light of the day for fear of rebuke, of finding love in a bowl of soup and losing it for chopsticks. Tales of desires, ravenous as werewolves on a full moon night, starved on a diet of empty beds. 

These are stories that go unnoticed...stories that remain hidden till someone softly whispers their names. Like now.