I am the wind, that runs throughout your dreams. Enhancing your imagination, your thoughts... I am the thread that holds day and night together. My name belongs to the shadows of your mind: you are willing to think on everything but you are only willing to say choice words... I am your opposite... My mind rests within the chairs of ideas you have yet to uncover, My soul floats within worlds you have yet to imagine... I am a pen and paper. I am words and sounds... I am the undrempt sanity of your world... I am a poet....
-Andrew Freiman
2000 |
