My eyes always tire and wander. I'd think about things- daydreaming about what I want to draw or do. Things I want to see. Things I want to have. After all, it is much more entertaining to wander off into my own world, rather than sit through class.
I like imagining things, and thinking about where I want to be-- who I want to be as a person. Although, it's always a lone thought.
I'd tell myself I'd reach my dreams one day, all planned out for the years ahead of me.
But even in the back of my mind- I know I procrastinate too much, too often.
Once I realize these things, my dreams become distant and seem impossible to reach.
Pitiful.
What's my name again..?
Ah- Lilian.
I am much too forgetful, even for the most trivial things.
Oh well, it can't be helped..
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Brain Ink
Fantasy'My imagination is only an open door in my dreams... It's an endless foreshadow, but I'm always eager for what my resting state of mind brings me.' Hope you enjoy :) This will be a full book- rather than a short story this time. Be patient with me- ...
