I am from the scratch of pen on paper,

From hands that ache from setting words free, like my soul rushing out in black and white

I am from the pale glow of a computer at 3 in the morning

I am from 23 votes, from profiles of friends from another life

From other worlds only I can see, that smell like honey and pine

I am from escaping,

From tiny closets, bursting with books

And huge fields, painted in sunlight and laughter

I am from watching superhero movies with my own cape,

From talk games and gym mats and a solid ocean

I am from the smell of coffee and sweat

From chocolate cheesecake and forkfuls of whipped cream,

Over-salted air and too-sweet tea

I am from red lights and dying trees,

From distant planets and evening traffic

I am from a dream,

Floating through everything, drifting with invisible winds

I am from sugar cookies and eating frosting with my fingers,

From strawberry pie and a blackwater river

I am from the mechanical heart that beats for my family,

The pulse of life with my friends

I am from summer thunderstorms and winter winds,

From giant sweatshirts and a collection of rings, passed through the family

I am from Ghostfire and Vivien River,

From leather journals and first-edition books and smooth paper

I am from D20s and elves and a bowl of potato chips, one and a half forgotten

I am from my own world of magic

Hey everyone! Thanks for reading! You guys know the drill--please comment, vote, and follow!!

Also, this is the second poem of this type I've posted here--Please comment to tell me which one you like more. I'm curious!

See you around, my fellow Wattpadians... If school doesn't kill me first.

--Earthstone