Born a storyteller, Welsh writes fiction and poetry fueled by imagination, emotion, and a quiet dream that’s lived in them for as long as they can remember. Though they're still at the beginning of their writing journey, words have always been their way of understanding the world and reshaping it into something a little more magical. They write to feel, to question, and to connect, and they hope one day their stories will find a home in someone else's heart.
What if everything is real? Ghosts that go bump in the night The Loch Ness lurking and stalking Scotland Vampires with blood-stained fangs And aliens with glittering and gliding UFOs Let's assume everything is real Does that make humans any different? Are humans still superior to all of these creatures? Or are we just another animal on this spinning, turning planet? Among galaxies, among galaxies Among planets we'll never understand Among beings and shapes and colours we can only dream Maybe everything is real Maybe people know this But refuse to accept it Maybe this question will remain unanswered for all eternity Maybe it is all a phantom that Hides not just under beds But in our heads Prowling in the dark All bark No bite Something not understandable Or even imaginable Because if everything is real, Where does that leave us?