Imagination, basically my longest shot at creativity beyond my writing... I am here closing my eyes trying to escape the very existence of reality. See in this world I am in I could experience all four seasons at once. Summer, winter, spring, autumn I can imagine what all this feel like. I would imagine myself at the sandy coastal beaches, I would imagine myself at the peak of the mountain, I could imagine myself speaking to a crowd of people and still imagine myself seated in silence.
In my imagination, peace does exist in every context, see this is because in this world I only let in what I allow. I can slowly ignore the existence if anger. The emotion that has crippled my heart, and chained my veins to its limits. I can ignore bitterness the worst feeling of survival; I can ignore the people who brought all this to me.
Imagination is my escape my very innocence is protected in this world. In this world I can scream and not be heard because in this world i exist alone. Imagination does not allow me to fail, it allows me to dictate the steps, the trends the feelings it gives me control. But there is no thrill in this imagination, there is no adrenaline, no anticipation. The flow is constant what I imagine happens, it’s just that.
Suddenly my eyes open and am back to the same reality I try and escape daily. I return to the uncertainty that I wake up to everyday, I wake up next to the same emotional, I am surrounded by the people i love, those I want to love, I am surrounded by me. In this reality I am not in control i am working in a certain way, moving in a certain direction i am not a master not in everything at least. I am not a perfectionist, I hurt, and I cry, I care, I love. In this reality I can change what is wrong i can dream of a difference I can finally see both sides. In this reality I can train, I can change I can be better, in this reality I can be me
In my imagination, peace does exist in every context, see this is because in this world I only let in what I allow. I can slowly ignore the existence if anger. The emotion that has crippled my heart, and chained my veins to its limits. I can ignore bitterness the worst feeling of survival; I can ignore the people who brought all this to me.
Imagination is my escape my very innocence is protected in this world. In this world I can scream and not be heard because in this world i exist alone. Imagination does not allow me to fail, it allows me to dictate the steps, the trends the feelings it gives me control. But there is no thrill in this imagination, there is no adrenaline, no anticipation. The flow is constant what I imagine happens, it’s just that.
Suddenly my eyes open and am back to the same reality I try and escape daily. I return to the uncertainty that I wake up to everyday, I wake up next to the same emotional, I am surrounded by the people i love, those I want to love, I am surrounded by me. In this reality I am not in control i am working in a certain way, moving in a certain direction i am not a master not in everything at least. I am not a perfectionist, I hurt, and I cry, I care, I love. In this reality I can change what is wrong i can dream of a difference I can finally see both sides. In this reality I can train, I can change I can be better, in this reality I can be me