....Inspired by you

The many imaginary worlds.

I wonder what my pencils and pens say when I'm not there.
She's crazy writing about this one thing for ages.
She looks up at the ceiling for aeons as if waiting for something interesting to occur.
She's disconnected almost doesn't notice the world around her.
It's funny that I think of such odd things. I can dream for hours.

In the many imaginary worlds in my head. I see so many different things, I see everything. I imagine you, your eyes closed lying in a lush field of grass. The sound of the rushing waters beside us constant, calm, flowing like its the definition of peace. I'm watching you. I'm sketching you with the very  pencils that are tired of all things you and yes. Yes in my dreams I can draw and unlike in my words, every stroke is perfect. Unlike in my words, I'm able to capture every detail of your beauty.