#imaginary author

Loving you felt lonely. Like I only existed as a part of you, Useless alone.

Love shone bright, love meant light Back when the world was new But now you're gone, my heart's a stone Now that I know the world.

The sky stood in flames All the devils drowned And love was no more .

Last night I had a dream and there was this one verse, one sentence , that was being repeated over and over and over again: ‘My heart loves that, which cannot love.’

There are things that can control and things that can be controlled. And no matter how hard us humans try, I don't think we belong to either one of those possibilities.

'How does it feel?'I asked him ,You walk into a room and all eyes are on you, nobody dares to breathe. Your power is unfathomable, a throne made out of the world 's fears.' And he answered: 'Like all of those fears my throne is made of, have now become mine.'

I'm hungry for words! Hungry for stories! Hungry for the feeling you get when you open a book and get sucked into another world! And I believe that even if I'd devour every book there is , I 'd still feel like I'm about to starve.