Words are my kingdom's stepping stones.
On the verge of something incredible.
Born on the edge. Grew wings.
I built my castle on clouds.
Tripped over feet, fell into arms.
Imaginary ships sail on open melodies.
Learned to disregard my morning coffee.
I took my first steps backwards.
Best friends with wind-chimes and lizards.
Lost my shadow. And my fairydust.
On the verge of something incredible.
Born on the edge. Grew wings.
I built my castle on clouds.
Tripped over feet, fell into arms.
Imaginary ships sail on open melodies.
Learned to disregard my morning coffee.
I took my first steps backwards.
Best friends with wind-chimes and lizards.
Lost my shadow. And my fairydust.