I am a dreamer. A dreamer I have always been. But what I have learnt, despite those that tell me I should stop and live in the ‘real world’, what I’ve learnt is that if I dream hard enough if I carry those dreams with me as I walk in the world, my dreams, they become real. My dreams become the real world. And the real world is that much more beautiful for it.

Somedays, when you hold the world just right, the stars look so close you feel like you could reach out and touch them.

Falling, falling for so long I forgot my name, for so long I forgot where I fell from, for so long I forgot why I jumped. Falling, until, finally, I touch down.