In the end, we’re just stories left unread

cursive letters pale
fade into weathered parchment—
they were stories once.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Jones Avatar
June 19, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Creative and brief brilliance! Congratulations on your win!
Tsai Avatar
June 19, 2025 at 7:11 PM
Thank you, Karen <3 I appreciate your kind words.
Dietrich Avatar
June 19, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Profound and succinct. Love it
Tsai Avatar
June 19, 2025 at 7:11 PM
Thank you so much, Andrea <3
Fowler Avatar
June 12, 2025 at 11:38 AM
I know children who cannot read cursive. So sad... just think the stories they will miss. Congratulations Jasmine! :)
Tsai Avatar
June 13, 2025 at 2:09 AM
Thank you, Linda <3 I do wish our generation (and the generations after us) can read more... children I know don't even read on paper anymore. It saddens me that they'll never understand the joy of smelling a new book, or the excitement treasure-hunting in an used-book store.
Wolf Avatar
June 8, 2025 at 7:49 PM
I like this haiku, Jasmine. The fading of the cursive letters --- letters that are rarer and rarer these days --- puts an exclamation next to the message you've conveyed, in my opinion. ~ Relentless Sands of Time, Gershon
Tsai Avatar
June 8, 2025 at 9:03 PM
Thank you, Gershon. I do miss the time when people write in cursive letters (even though I wasn't born then, haha). It's such a beautiful font. In the end, aren't we all just stories waiting to be read? I'd like to think that everyone on PS is leaving behind stories about themselves, and that this is a platform for us to leave something behind even when time hustles on... That's why I write.
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