I live in a world of ink splotches and coffee stains. I am the rise of the sun and the scratching of pencil to paper. I am the forming of words on chapped lips and a sketch in watercolor. I am Stephen King and J.R.R Tolkien rolled into one. I am a love letter stained in lipstick kisses and a hickey on a Catholic girls neck. I am a sip of warm tea on a cool night and the cool of sunscreen applied on a blistering afternoon. I am a waterfall, crashing down and paving paths. I am a cat, slinked across a warming patch of sunlight.
I am selfless and caring, wanting desperately to spread love.
I live in a world of rainbows.
I am a boy, who understands what it means to feel at home.
