The analog dreamer is much like any other dreamer
Her dreams are just as grand, just as colorful, just as breathtakingly beautiful
Her desire burns just as bright, and her passion runs just as deep
She would be just as lost as anyone else except that her destination is anywhere
She would be swept up by her dreams like the rest of us
Except that her hands are always on the controls
She is the one who turns off the autopilot, who leaves the word impossible to the Bureaucrats and schoolteachers, who sees the world
As it is before rearranging it to resemble the vision in her head
She is the the artist, the composer, the wanderer, and the reacher
She makes her dreams tangible, for no other reason than to share them with others
She makes no attempt to conceal her imperfection because she knows that to reach Every corner of human existence she will have to make every mistake
Even if it breaks her
Her mind is her home and her fortress - because she carries it with her
She enjoys ultimate freedom
If I ever met such a person, I would ask her how she can be so fearless
When she is so completely alone
But something tells me I already know what she would say