There comes a time

 There comes a time when even the best storytellers fall silent. When sentences blur together, and silence envelops your mind. 

There comes a moment when memories that were once easy to recall seem lost forever, and faces grow faded. 

There was a time when your pen flowed with grace and elegance, and you never questioned the final result, as you were a storyteller with endless tales waiting to be told. 

There was a time when words came together effortlessly, all seeming so natural for a writer with the abundant gift of memories. 

Now, there is a time when that pen lies idle on a blank sheet of paper, hesitant to be picked up. Beginnings no longer come easily, and endings feel light-years away. 

There is a time for all things, and all things must come to an end. Your life as a storyteller will eventually fade into the past, along with everything else you hold dear. 

But until that time comes, you will delve deep into your memories, waiting for the words to reappear and a story to emerge on that blank sheet of paper that has never failed you before. 

Mike, 2025