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Halfway down the stairs is where I always stop.

Halfway up the stairs, I'll sit for a just a little while. I want to look out the window but I find I'm too out of breath. I can't catch it 'cause it's all gone.

I look down at my turned-in toes. Boots help keep me steady when I stand but they've a layer of dust on them at the moment. I stretch and sigh because I have these moments of clarity and I should know better.

When I finally do make it to the top, it's not a window at all but a painting, in an aged frame but perfect in detail. Secrets are never lost.

Breathless again, I have to keep my distance so I don't lose balance. My lips won't form words and I couldn't scream, even if I wanted.

And, I don't. Not really.

Words try and elude me so often that I'm tricked into believing they don't matter. And, do they?

No one ever asked me what I wanted but I couldn't have said so anyway.

If you think I'm wrong, I may be just like you. Even while I sit on the top stair with an e…

As a team of wild horses.

If I could write your story, I'd keep the beginning because you were perfectly crafted in my eyes. I'd run back to the place I found you and pay breathless homage to your shining crown for all my days and nights.

If I could write your story, I'd write you an extra long introduction so you'd always know who you were. I'd give you a breastplate to protect your fragility and steel toed boots for defense. I'd make you strong with character and sound of mind, wisdom replacing doubt. I could go on for pages if I could write your story.

Better yet, if I could write your story, I'd build you a fortress, reaching into the sun, guarded by an army of loyals. Rays of light would permeate each room and there would be joyous romping with friends galore. Banquet tables, overflowing with exotic meats and spices, would serve your guests because you can't know if you like something until you've tried it.

If I could write your story, I'd write clear through all t…