Where would unwritten stories go?

Where would the unwritten, forgotten stories go? I feel they revolve around us, like a hurricane of thoughts, they keep rotating us without giving our mind a chance to get them back. Like a hide and seek game. Does this hurricane revolve only around us all the time? Will it leave us, when someone else in the universe feels a greater urge to write something down? Is this how same pattern of stories occur everywhere around the world?

If it is so, then there are millions of stories around us, in this thin air. Imagine how creative our air is. And she never wrote a story on her own. Ha ha. Well, she might like the role of a messenger. How wonderful would be her network. Sometimes she might be in a hurry transporting a story to one of the writer, when we decide to take a deep breath. Imagine her state of mind. she will have to pass through our lungs and then come out and travel again, like taking a wrong route because google map said so. And what if we let out a big sigh. She is pushed away from her route by our air. Maybe this is what causes writer's block. After all, why would we have to wait all this while for inspiration?

And what if on her way, she take a small glimpse of the sky and is entranced by it? Ladies and Gentlemen, let me tell you, that's when you forget the story! Do you think the story would wait for Madam air to get back from her dream? Well there are a lot of other dedicated madam airs who are more involved in work than our dreamy airy queen.

So, next time you take a deep breath, let out a sigh, look at the night sky, remember your story is somewhere around you. Beware !