Those thoughts you are dreaming today;
Those colorful visions in your head;
Those clips you use to imagine happening;
They are your authored soft copies.
They are not the real stories.
They are not just punctuation marks.
These are your own ellipsis . . .
Marking thoughts you intentionally omit to say.
You wanted to
But you cannot
You just stamp it in there
Have it kept therein
For long, had it left that way.