On writing.

There are worlds crawling inside my head. Many worlds, by the thousands,

Worlds with airships and air battles for the control of countries,

Vampire musicians wondering the land in sorrow and solitude,

Soldiers dying by the millions redeemed by their one heroic act

That will be forever forgotten,

A future so spoiled by mankind even nature turned against them, against us,

Robots falling in love, pirates becoming kings,

Monsters of the night, becoming heroes,

While heroes become monsters,

So many stories, so many loves, hates, tortured souls, and redeeming acts,

If I could just pass half of them I would be happy,

If I could just create those words,

Record their stories,

Then maybe I could just redeem my own.