Shakespeare Told Me “Thoughts Are Winged.”

Shakespeare told me, “Thoughts are winged.” I do vanish into the clouds rather quickly. My thoughts and dreams are a running winged machine; my feet are never truly on the ground. You’ll probably never have my full attention, and for that I am sorry. But I am what I am. I was born a dreamer. I was touched with the bizarre and washed in the unnatural. I need but witness a simply act of color to weave a tale of fantasy and adventure inside my head. I live an internal fairy tale. I hop planets like stones across a river. I’ll take flight through lightning, sail love songs like fingers along acoustic strings. Ask me for a story I’ll give you seventeen, tell me a story, and I shall fall into them forever, all the while composing enchantment endlessly. And, when I am still, quiet, and complacent, know that I’m…