My thoughts flow like water,
droplets spattering across the page.
Scribbles arranged into recognizable patterns.
Letters and words that mean everything,
and yet nothing.

I've been too good for too long.
Wasted years being who they wanted,
spent too much time allowing others to define me.
Finally, I define myself.

I live in a world where fantasy invades reality,
reality invades fantasy.
Demons, nymphs and faeiries,
concrete jungle and steel girders.
I question my reality,
I question my fantasy,
I question my sanity.

I crave...I crave...
what?
My master, my lover,
my king, my only equal.
Twin of my soul,
The face of my dreams.