You and I
have something in common.
We both have [worlds] locked inside.
We both have dreams that are given life by the simple nature of our own breath.
We both have nightmares tucked away in places we dare not admit.
And so,
we come to these places to press pen to page, finger to key, and dream to story.
So few would understand them, or even seek to step among the buds of these gardens, and yet we create all the same.
We dip minds and quills in love, loss, pain, joy, sorrow, triumph, and defeat.
We spill our ink, souls, thoughts, desires, and fantasies to be shared.
You and I
have something in common Fellow Traveler.
We are both here to craft fables from a blank screen.
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I am a Male writer, aged enough to smoke my cigarettes and partake of alcohol (though the second rare).
I am, truth be told, but a fool with a bag of letters.
A humble student of music, and the creation of it.
And it is a pleasure to now stand among your number.
Though my name matters nothing but a passing note, I have taken a moniker near and dear to my own heart.
It is a pleasure to meet you Fellow Traveler.
May we both find the song to dance with,
Lighthouse
have something in common.
We both have [worlds] locked inside.
We both have dreams that are given life by the simple nature of our own breath.
We both have nightmares tucked away in places we dare not admit.
And so,
we come to these places to press pen to page, finger to key, and dream to story.
So few would understand them, or even seek to step among the buds of these gardens, and yet we create all the same.
We dip minds and quills in love, loss, pain, joy, sorrow, triumph, and defeat.
We spill our ink, souls, thoughts, desires, and fantasies to be shared.
You and I
have something in common Fellow Traveler.
We are both here to craft fables from a blank screen.
------------------------------------------------------
I am a Male writer, aged enough to smoke my cigarettes and partake of alcohol (though the second rare).
I am, truth be told, but a fool with a bag of letters.
A humble student of music, and the creation of it.
And it is a pleasure to now stand among your number.
Though my name matters nothing but a passing note, I have taken a moniker near and dear to my own heart.
It is a pleasure to meet you Fellow Traveler.
May we both find the song to dance with,
Lighthouse
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