I am writing you the story of you.
A story that I do not know, but that knows you well.
A time where the future meets the past.
Where hope lives outside our dreams.
The one thing that have desire but does not try to please.
This is the story I am writing, a tale that is not real.
A story that is all within, and dreams from rooms across the sea.
This will go down in history, as one would hope.
This is my writing that I am giving you.
A piece that will not make you happy.
It will make the heart do what it does best.
It will beat, but mine will simply stop.
That is the story I want to tell.
Misconception 