The Chronicler
Narnia was yesterday. The chronicler moved on. The now-closed wardrobe bears nothing but memories of what once was and could have been. Nothing’s left behind the old clothes in an even older building. Not even mothballs.
I, too, bid farewell and leave the past. It no longer needs me as a guardian. May it deal with itself now.
stories of the past
are never told completely –
nor do they have to
Nicole Erika is a self-realized writer and coach who reminds you of the Ease Of Creation and the Joy of Self-Expression.
