I click these keys on my keyboard, typing away at my inner sanctum known as my mind.
I can't tell if they're real experiences or just fabrications of an inner maliciousness.
I can't really tell which letters make more sense in my head.
They're like little clicky universes with different stories to tell.
Fortunately they let out our wildest desires through the form of literature.
So far I've written so many things that I can barely remember which one is based on fact.
I like to write different realities I seem to live inside of.
Whether they're dreams or not.
They are real to me.
Every character, story, or life that I write is real to me.
I hope to think my stories are a small piece of my soul and they coalesce into who I am.
Each vein is a story, each tissue is a store, everything I am is a story waiting to be told and I am excited to tell it.
YOU ARE READING
Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
