my mind is as vast as space
perpetual
infinite
unendingi can create whole stories with my mind alone
and watch them develop in front of me
so clearly, vividly,
that if i reach out my gloved hand
i can touch the landscape and feel.i love creating tragical tales of woe,
of solemn wives awaiting the return
of their long lost husbandsor thrilling fables of sneaking into places
one shouldn't be
like a royal castle
or secret hideawayi can imagine until i fall asleep
and so sometimes i must pull myself away
and shake the thoughts from my head,
rid myself from this
pit of imagination that flows and ebbsi knock thrice on my helmet
as if to say
is anyone in there?
come back down to the moon, please.and then i realize that i have spent hours
dreaming
imaginingfor my mind keeps a vice grip on me
and i cannot wriggle free
until i am satisfied with how
my stories have played out.sometimes i must start my tale all over
for i gave a character the wrong name
or made them say something
that is too unlike thembut i don't mind at all—
i just keep imagining—for sometimes the places i make in my mind are better than the reality i live in.
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wandering amongst the stars// the lost astronaut.
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