Architect of the Skies

I wanted to be an architect when I was a little boy. I would sketch out bridges to fictitious islands that manifested themselves in my mind. I would draw towering skyscrapers that touched the clouds themselves and wild, abstract buildings were I would make up stories for the people who would live in house shaped like a heptagon. Or a house made of trees. I wanted to create something unique every time. I don’t know where that jolt of creativity went. I wish my eye was still there. I want it back.