A person is thinking creature. His/Her main power of effect is in his/her thoughts.

There is a glimmer of metal that wavers between his thighs. He turns to face me. The balls of his large gauge nipple rings catch my eye as they glint in the light of the room. But, it is the tintinabular rings below that cause my eyes to descend to his shining metallic beacon of love. I feel my jaw slightly drop open and a small puff of air escapes over my lips. I am wildly transfixed. What is that? What will he do with it? I nervously wonder without a solution. He moves toward me with the sound of pockets full of change, and I know my life will never be the same.

The point of dreams was never to be the affordable option, it was the one everyone else saw as a mistake and every creative person saw as an opportunity.

Let us runaway to the aspirations we dream of in our childish moments, where magic is real and we are unstoppable.

I wake up to find magic, I seek dreams and I crave imagination. This is my creed.

If it doesn't open, it's not your door