Story On Stories Analysis

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A Story on Stories

There are very few ways I can live. You, reading this, is one. You, thinking about me, is another. You, remembering me, is the last. I do not exist outside of this page, and your mind, but that doesn't make me mortal. In fact, it makes me more likely to live on through time.
I may just be ink on a page, squiggles and dots of meaning, but I am just that. Meaningful. If you let me, I can change you. I can tear out your heart, break it to pieces, and sew it back together. Or I can lift you up, to places you'd never go on your own, to worlds you can't imagine. I can make you laugh, make you cry, if you let me.
If you read me, think about me, remember me and the way I changed you, then I become eternal. If you forget me, then I die a painless death all because of your negligence. I am totally dependent on you. Yet I'm already here, so I'm one set closer to being remembered, right? …show more content…

In many ways I'm further from it. I could be torn to pieces, destroyed, all by you. You control my fate, but I, I can change you in ways no one else can.
What am I, you ask? I am the breath of the trees. I am the whisper of the window. I am I am the sigh of the light. I am the thoughts of the earth, the heavens, the stars. I am words, but I'm not. I'm a person, but that doesn't mean I breathe. I am what you make me out to be. You can make me your wildest dreams, or biggest fears, your greatest happiness, or deepest sadness. I am everything and nothing. I am the most powerful and the weakest of all. I am heavy, life changing, but light enough to be brushed

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