The mind readers looked at his face and his words and tried to decipher the truth of what lay beneath the surface.
Fear kept them from a direct approach so they never came out and asked the question that potentially would have answered the question.
It was understandable because words spoken would lead to having to focus upon thoughts and ideas that had been in hibernation for eons.
Waking those from their slumber would rouse other things and require dealing with complications that might otherwise be ignored.
One could wander through that particular forest and come upon fragments of thoughts and ideas.
Maybe you’d stumble on Bowie doing Heroes and get trapped in an eternal discussion about whether the Heroes in his song were together for a traditional 24 hour day or something longer.
Or maybe you get caught up in a different spider web of thoughts and ideas about serenity, timing and the mystical and magical majesty of that one mythical kiss.
If ever the castle was built and lived in somewhere within the following words would have to be painted, written, spoken and or shared.
The unofficial but ever so important motto.
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love