Reality is like a frozen wasteland,
Running into the comfort of my inner consciousness,
it embraces me, wraps me with the warmth of my thoughts
I enter another realm, where I never cry
I never feel pain
no one leaves me
I am Queen, my heart, my desires.
My creative and imaginative mind are accepted, believed in never stifled
I can be me!
Then I am yanked back into reality, suddenly cold and frozen
no love and acceptance; only frost bitten lies of love.
This is reality. Imagination is not a terrible disease, it is your own kind of pleasure.
Anything can be yours
and you are loved for who you want to be
You get to be you in the truest form.
Envy those who have an imagination
they know the truth of joy.