This is an ode to you; a letter.
Whether you emerge from ink on paper,
Or as words on a screen.
You will cease to be a figment.
Or as words on a screen.
You will cease to be a figment.
Never underestimate your power.
For while you look like mere scratchings on a surface,
You are anything but two-dimensional.
For while you look like mere scratchings on a surface,
You are anything but two-dimensional.
The heights you can soar to;
The depths you can plunge to;
Can surpass anything else man ever made.
The depths you can plunge to;
Can surpass anything else man ever made.
You carry the weight of a soul,
The desires of a heart,
And the memories of a mind.
The desires of a heart,
And the memories of a mind.
Take shape, oh little one.
Allow your writer to find solace in your form.
Your construct alone can give her what she seeks.
Allow your writer to find solace in your form.
Your construct alone can give her what she seeks.