Schizophrenic Pop #2: Imãgïnãtïøn

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"The stars are always shining. It's just that the sun shines too bright, and blocks them."

He speaks softly.

I never thought of that. The stars are always there even though we can only see them at night.

He takes me away. Together we escape reality. I only see him in my dreams. But he makes my dreams, a new reality.

He's strong enough to interrupt my real reality. He's powerful enough to create anything I imagine. He is what I imagine.

He is my imagination.

His hands hold the mist of mystery. His eyes reflect the galaxy. His feet never touch the ground. His head is literally in the clouds.

His name is Vik.
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When a pencil touches paper he is born.

He's not so much a person as he is an idea. A figment of his own self.

Together we develop adventures in the empty rooms of my thoughts and fill them wondrous stories. We travel in the world of his creations. They defy all explanation.

He carries me through it all. He's like a fictional tour guide. But is Vik fictional?

Here I'm free to be myself.

I can relive memories. Or

Make ones I wish would happen.

I could live in a kingdom,
be a superhero,
love whoever I want,
live however I want.

Vik fabricates the thoughts I think. We think for hours together. He talks to me and is always a friend. Always is nice.

I can embrace Depression without actually hurting anyone. I can confront Depression without getting hurt. Vik will protect me.
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He can build an entire forest. The treetops reach the clouds, the sunlight rains down in between the leaves. Shadows dance on the forest floor from the branches. The grass is soft to the touch. The flowers sway in the wind, as delicate as me. Lakes shimmer is the sun. I could walk forever here. Completely lost. But in heaven. I'm alone. The "I'm free" kind of alone.

All it takes is him flashing the inside of trench coat. And like bees to honey I gravitate to the candies inside. Once you pop one colorful pill, you'll never want the trips stop. 

Injection.

Overdosing.

Just to keep the illusion going to keep me in hiding.

Something so beautiful it's unreal but so realistic.
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Even though the stars are always there, we can only see them at night. Just like my imagination; Vik.

I wish I could sleep forever....

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