Thank You tells you they can wait, but the truth is, they never can. It's too easy for a "Thank you" to become an "I'm sorry" or "Too late". Think of a story or poem about the impatience of Thank You.

When you're feeling lost, where do you go?

You find a black book with strange symbols written all over the pages inside it. What is it? And what do you do with it?

A simple life free from strong emotions, or a more complex one with equal parts joy and sorrow? Tell it in a story.