We live in a world,
That makes us think,
That makes us believe,
That all of our dreams,
Are just an effort away.
But remember to breath,
And accept failures sting,
The world dose not always yield,
Our dreams to us.
If you do only to succeed,
Then it is not dreaming you love,
But succeeding.
Remember to breath,
When you dream.
I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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