my world was so small. so insignificant. i had not known the world was mine to create. i had not known i was the painter, the writer, creator. you whispered my name and it was like I could finally open my eyes. when you touched me i could see color. it sounds silly but a fire was lit inside of me. there was music to finally listen to, places that needed to be seen. magic found its way to me. i was only sleeping before; i was passing, watching, waiting. it felt like my whole world had been waiting to collide with yours. it's funny how all it takes is one person and suddenly there are possibilities. there is music and love and life and hope.
