[ WP ] Write me that one story you 've always wanted to tell . The story that 's stuck in your mind , but never really got onto page .

There comes a time, possibly overtime, maybe in due time... For us, it came in an instance after some time of being here. 
 
 We had been dragging our way through life, eyes constantly fixed to the ground. Only to rise from sea level when being asked questions. And yeah, we'd respond. `` I'm doing fine, Mom.'' Saying all but the truth. 
 
 The truth was we were never happy. Until that instance where the time came. It came and came, until it overcame our entire being and breathing and seeing and all that. In that instance, I was with us. 
 
 Bouncing thoughts traveled to all those around me as they bounced back. Conversations without words, an understanding without agreement. Smiles without force and a force without relent that flowed through my heart beat and finally overrode my mind. 
 
 I remember thinking during that instance, `` man, this is funny!'' Meanwhile, everyone around me laughed, while someone told a funny story of a fish out of water. I laughed too and his story finished. `` That was a well told story,'' I thought and the rest of us clapped. 
 
 I thought of ways to describe this place were I met all of us. The ideas were great and made sense while there, but now I can not describe it to you. We were so happy. We were all so there. In time. Inside. In us. 
 
 But I can not describe this thing about us. To you, at least.
