Snow falls in the silent night
And stirs the soul to wake;
We dance out lonely dreams of flight
And laugh in the life we make.
But though our joy covers our fears,
We're lost once more when the snow clears.The lonely writer, the limitless dreamer. That is who I see myself as. The stories that run through my head capture all fantasy and wonder, but when I return to the world I cannot help but feel separate from it. Why can I not understand people? Why can I create whole worlds, but not understand the mind of someone I've known for years? And so, in the end they all leave me, and I am left with only my dreams.
But
you, you are different. You fill me with such inspiration, and yet you bring me back to this world and make me think that I may yet be able to live in it.
You are my anchor and my inspiration.
By roseofdawnBy Whisperah