[ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴊᴇʟsᴀ ᴀᴜ]
❝ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ·ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ- ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ❞
It was funny on how the imagination works- how your mind conjures up majestic thoughts that turn into pictures and words. It was funny how brains can imagine colors, people, and events that aren't reality, which brings to mind why we are considered human. We are human because we imagine, and we imagine because we are human.
I guessed that he was a figment of my imagination, too. He was an imaginary friend of mine way back when I was little. It was also funny on how we played around- pretending we were different people, and imagining other worlds
It was funny- until the day he decided to go. I did not understand it completely on why he left, but his words still whisper back to me. He was the very light of my life, and without him, my imaginations faded as I grew up and focused on reality. I decided to grow up and forget, and that's where I forgot how to imagine.
Living in the real world of black and white, I soon forgot what was color, what was fun- what was imagination. I stopped believing. I stopped dreaming. No longer did I believe the Neverland he once spoke of. I shook him off my head, as I thought that he was just another childhood memory- a memory of how insane my imaginations were to create a person for me.
I thought he was only in my imagination- and then he became real.