| Author: | Andreas Reign | ISBN: | 9781370348626 |
| Publisher: | Andreas Reign | Publication: | March 8, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Andreas Reign |
| ISBN: | 9781370348626 |
| Publisher: | Andreas Reign |
| Publication: | March 8, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Who was Andreas Reign?
He may have been different things to different people. To my old friends, he was just a name that sounded cool. To my parents, he was a nuisance who took credit for all my work.
Back in college, I was an engineering student, and that’s it- that’s all I can say about what I was; but he was always so much more -
a writer, a poet, a painter, an artist, a dancer, a sculptor, but forevermore, a friend…he was all of those things, and somehow, none of those things.
Nobody really knew who, or what, he was, perhaps not even me.
I can tell you one thing about him though…he was everything that I dreamt of being, and the only thing I could never become…he was free.
He was a breath of inspiration that whispered between my sighs and my words. He was a piece of me that didn’t understand purpose, and thus sculpted himself into whatever he needed to be.
He was born of love, and he walked away lovelorn, to hide behind the words he wrote by my hand, in case someone came looking for him.
Who was Andreas Reign? I was, or at least I always wanted to be.
Saransh Kejriwal
Who was Andreas Reign?
He may have been different things to different people. To my old friends, he was just a name that sounded cool. To my parents, he was a nuisance who took credit for all my work.
Back in college, I was an engineering student, and that’s it- that’s all I can say about what I was; but he was always so much more -
a writer, a poet, a painter, an artist, a dancer, a sculptor, but forevermore, a friend…he was all of those things, and somehow, none of those things.
Nobody really knew who, or what, he was, perhaps not even me.
I can tell you one thing about him though…he was everything that I dreamt of being, and the only thing I could never become…he was free.
He was a breath of inspiration that whispered between my sighs and my words. He was a piece of me that didn’t understand purpose, and thus sculpted himself into whatever he needed to be.
He was born of love, and he walked away lovelorn, to hide behind the words he wrote by my hand, in case someone came looking for him.
Who was Andreas Reign? I was, or at least I always wanted to be.
Saransh Kejriwal
