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?