To some, I am a charmer, a lover, a casanova.
To others, I am a backstabber, a deceiver, a façade.
But over all I like to be considered as a friend.
I see a world much different than others do, and I believe that is a crime I live with. I try to help others see a world through my eyes, and yet I do not take the time to see through theirs.
I like to believe I help see the beauty within people, and know that they are wanted by someone.
However the world plays the screen of illusion over our windows to the soul, and we see something we want.
We reach out.
We grab for it.
It dissolves or it becomes part of us.
And we hold on to that solidness as long as we could and hope that it does not melt in our arms.
Who I am:
I am a dreamer. I dream of a world without fear and with love. I see the world in a dark and stormy place, and yet I help others see that light of hope they search for; hoping someday I might find it.
You will give me words of trust and encouragement, but these words are through your eyes. I must find it in mine someday, but let allow me to help you find yours.
I will drift as a dream in this world. Hoping someday, my dream will come.
