Unexpected Travelers

I don’t mean to be a bother.  I just want to be noticed for everything that I am and everything I can become.  I don’t mean to be an annoyance but still I float in your very presence.  You have yet to kick me out onto cobble stoned streets in the biting cold of late night air.  Instead you hold me close, keep me safe and sheltered.  For this simple act of kindness I will forever be grateful.

How could I throw such a beauty like yourself to the wolves of evil intentions?  You are mine and mine alone.  No other will ever have the right to label you as theirs, for you are a spawn of my creation.  You float through the door in the dark of night, the blinding bright of newborn day, but I shall protect you, and everything you are.

But why?  Why open your heart to one so fragile as myself who can just as easily dwindle to nothing in just minutes?

You are my idea, mine alone.  And even if you come by unexpected I shall feed you and nurture you to your full potential, so that one day, others can enjoy you just as much as I, and through this birth creations of their own.  Each one of you is a work of art, only enhanced by a willing painter to bathe you in colors so vibrant that no one will have the strength to look away. Be it day or night, rain or shine, you are welcome.  I offer you a home I hope can make you stronger than when you came to me.

Together we shall put pen to paper and you shall be a character on your own adventure.  Stay as long as you see fit.  Be it one story, six, maybe even twenty.  I thank each and every one of your friends for giving me the inspiration to do what makes my heart smile.

I am a writer, my creations are mine, and only mine.  No one can take them from me, for they arise in my own private world, a world of one.  A universe that allows me to paint my own pictures in a beauty that only I can dream up