A dreamer is someone who can find their way by moonlight and their punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. - Oscar Wilde
I write for myself and I always will. I write for a chance to see his eyes graze my skin once more and I always will. I write to wipe the disappointment from her frowning face and I always will. My writing lives within my soul, dulcet, until my emotions become prevoked, and they spill out within the chaos. The shining beacon after a natural disaster. I enjoy honesty but my heart, the youngest of my organs, prefers fantastic lies. Be harsh. I'll cover her ears. I promise.
