It all starts with a letter.

Not a phrase.

Not a word.

Not even an idea.

The letter is the crack in the dam that is a brain.

Slowly the magic seeps through the crack.

As time goes on, the crack grows.

It multiplies by two, four, one hundred,

Until finally,

There is no dam left.

The magic is flowing.

Nothing can stop it, 

And nobody wants to. 

Nothing but the truth flows,

Whether it be 

Good or bad,

Short or long,

Comforting or unnerving,

But all beautiful

And all real.

 It all starts with a letter.