A poem by my Callumface :)

Dream is destiny
What holds us to our world
Our perception of reality
Or the fact that we have a limitless imagination

After spending each night dreaming of new vibrant worlds
He often wakes up to a world without colour
As if it takes time to drift into the flow of each day
A true artist is rarely achieved
But her beauty and encouragement
Have helped him discover a potential he never thought existed
She has opened a new chapter in his life
A passion for the creativity of every moment
This gift he hopes to one day understand himself

For he who had become lost again and again
Is beginning to feel that he has become found