I pressed EXIT.
The home screen blinked awake,
offering a million other stories,
each one waiting, each one ready.
“Oh, look,” Kelsey pointed.
I followed her hand.
"Where the Wild Things Are."
She smiled. “I was just reading that with Beau.”
“Wanna watch it with him tomorrow?”
“Let’s watch the trailer first.”
The boy, Max. The Wild Things.
Their world, vast and untamed.
The music swelled, the cuts quickened,
and between the chaos—
a quiet truth in white letters.
"Inside all of us..."
The trailer faded.
I hit rewind.
“Again?” Kelsey asked.
“Just that one part.”
Because inside all of us,
there is something untamed.
Something that reaches,
something that understands.
And in that moment,
watching words flicker across the screen,
I knew—
this was the work.
Not just mine, but everyone’s.
To see, to feel, to understand.