• I call her Gravity.

    Why?

    Because she is the only thing that keeps me grounded.

    That keeps my mind from drifting to insanity.

    She keeps me from dreaming an endless dream.

    Not the kind of dream where hopes comes true, but the kind of dream where hopes get lost...

    I call her Oxygen.

    Why?

    Because she is a breath of fresh air.

    Without her I shall suffocate.

    And for every breath that fills my lungs I find her filling my every thought.

    Filling my every hope and dream.

    I call her Inspiration.

    Why?

    Because it is she that does nothing more than inspire me to reach my potential.

    It is she that takes my stray thoughts and let's my mind weave intricate words of euphoria.

    But who is she?

    She is the light at the end of the tunnel.

    The moonshine in the night.

    She is an angel come to rescue me.

    The wings that give me flight.

    She is nothing less than everything that matters most.