Just some writing ๐๐…..
I think maybe I live in a world of my own – a world filled with paradoxes and following your heart and imperfections and dreams, colour and crazy spontaneity and falling stars and friendship, depth and rebellion and beauty and frustration, oceans and sails and sunsets and waves, new dawns and fire and free spirits and light, shadows and truth and reality and fantasy.
A world where crazy ideas are perfectly acceptable and random things can be so beautiful that they make my soul ache. A world where every emotion is intensified and sent pulsing around my body at the speed of light until I am numb and can feel no more.
A world where perfect words fall out of an endless sky onto my page or screen or out from between my lips. A world that is both ecstatically joyous and desperately sad.
A world where I never quite feel totally present, where I’m like a character, someone with an important story to tell, just not entirely sure what it is yet. A world that is just a reflection of the real one in the deep blue of my eyes.