Imagining That I

Imagining that I was sitting on top of the world.
Everything was as I thought it would be.
Beautiful…

Imagining that I was no longer alone,
Surrounded by family and friends.
Blissful.

Surrendering to the euphoria of my created utopia.
I was free at last,
I am free to bask in the glory.
Free from the monsters that torment me during my waking hours.
And those that chew away at my soul while I sleep.

Imagining that I was sitting on top of the world,
Nothing was dark anymore.
Seeing clearly for the first time…

These were my thoughts.

Wishing what my imagination created was true,
Fairy tale webs I have spun to keep myself alive.
Has only made life Grimm.

Where do I go from here?
Where do I even begin?


Imaginations

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