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.
SickyBeat 