Imagine

There are voices from those who do not belong, faces I've never seen and worlds that do not exist fill my head. Sometimes it is far too crowded and I need a place to spill it all out upon, perhaps a page or song. I can see the world as a playground or a place of gloom, only if I wish it to be. My imagination is what drives me, what makes me act the way I do.

When I was young my sister and I would play games, as if we were princesses or in tribes with "powers" belonging to the elements. Our playground was used as a spaceship and at grocery stores we were either spies or in the villain's lair. 

Imagination, without it I would be boring, bland, nothing but a girl with an empty head. Without imagination our world would be gray and gloomy. Movies, books, plays, all that requires creativity would be gone. We wouldn't be alive, but dead.

I can imagine anything I want, and that is freeing, beautiful by itself.