My world is where fantasy and fiction collide,
My dreams come alive,
And I see through tinted windows,
The sunlight burning up the stream.
Where others see warm water
I tend to see the cold beneath,
And in the darkness, in the cold,
I find the heat chilling to my bones.
The real doesn't exist but the lives do,
And my characters are more real to me -
More Real than me or you.
Monday, 7 July 2014
My world is...
