A day dreamer was never considered a good thing to be, but a day dreamer I was.
I would imagine that the moon followed me home and that it had lessons for me. I saw sadness in the smiles of strangers and was entranced by the universal language of laughter. I was always silently wondering.
A shy girl with a pen as her weapon and vulnerability as her fear. It’s so easy to dream, it takes courage to put it on paper. This is my experiment in courage.
I try to write my truth, in poetry and story, in the hope that it will resonate with a dreamer like you.