Hand in mine fingers intertwined
I have yet to convince myself
That someday I’ll be able to find
What it is that my dreams
have led me to believe
A heart beats in tune to mine
As foolish as it may seem
With hope I can perceive
Across the fields of imagination
You exist with a smile sublime
I'll hold shut my eyes tightly
To bring to pass your manifestation
For an ounce of truth this divine
I'll race to slumber nightly
For the chance that you might dream
As I do, for is it too much?
Even a small thing such
As the idea of you
About the Creator
Chris Santiago
I've always found a bit peace and release in putting word to written medium. I'm by no means an accomplished wordsmith but I find enjoyment in it. My love for writing started from world building that being a dungeon master provided.
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
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Part of the "Redeemed" series
There's some solace in the hope of true companionship. That dreams are ok to have. And in those dreams the possibility that someone is dreaming and hoping for you.