Method Imagination

As a little girl

You could often find me lost

In my imagination

Stone still and silent,

Or,

Laughing and lively.

I’m still in the same place,

Imagination.

If you wonder,

I am a method-imaginer,

Embodying every thought.

I am well aware of what conscious reality is,

And when I am choosing to escape into my mind.

That little girl I was,

Put realities into a context,

Where I can mold them,

Hold them,

And learn from them.

And, as an adult,

Why change what works?

In experiences I will never live,

I will never lack compassion.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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