I may not be a reason to breathe.
But I am the thirst, the hunger, and the need to feed.
I may not be a perfect picture.
But I am the inspiration, the muse and the creative thinker.
I may not be a beautiful dance.
But I am the grace, the skill and the balance.
I may not be a reason for war.
But I am the honor, the bravery and the final breath of those who now live among the stars.
I may not be a well written masterpiece.
But I am the urge to write, the thoughts and the way words capture you like a deadly disease.
I may not be a professional model.
But I am the soul that lives inside the starving body that hardly seems mortal.
I am the notes that form from an acoustic guitar when being played effortlessly and carefree.
I am the imaginary friend you had, that no-one ever did see.
I am every hope inside you.
I am Cammie.