Autor/-in: Wilder Poetry

I count stars instead of sheep and dream with my eyes wide open. It's how I know that I'll always remember them.

My creative journey began as a child when I used to paint the sky on the back of my hands so the folded paper cranes on the bedroom floor had a reason to come to life. I was born a dreamer and many years later, I still am.

Curiosity has never failed me and neither have the words that escape my hands.

These words...they are not just for me.
They are for you.
>If you are home, then I am, too.