You interpret the world as it is
As it was
As it can never be
You see the strands of reality
Feel the calls and stories of people
From world’s that never were
That live within these people
These universes that sing and dance
Behind those pretty eyes of yours.
Are we lucky?
Yes and no…
We are in that our characters never leave
And unlucky in as much that nobody will know them as truly as we know them.
These fantastic creatures that float between the strings of reality, popping through only in our minds