I'm-agine...

Story by Jiblits on SoFurry

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I'm-agine...

(Imagine)

As a blanket covers my mental anguish

I begin again, making true, my every wish

The buildings I see mentally take form

Able to stand anything, stronger than any storm

A city standing in a singular space

A truly amazing balance of happiness, a truly wonderful place

The friends & family I've lost are still around

Making more memories with their each voices echoing about imagined choices, how I recall every possible sound

Timidly, time take it easy & slow

Ever waiting for my next thought to show

The air is crisp, cool, calming to the touch

Uplifting, as minds continue drifting about without doubt, as I'd wish it were so very much

Those that I feel, I should have done more for, are all conversing with me about what we did truly adore

As we do, we make things again new, in a crowded convention, or on a distant shore

Whatever they so decide

In this imagined moment, they are as they were before, even for me, it's a surprise as our imaginations collide

The result, only a happy ending

The dream, ...always worth the time I'm spending...

Fluctuations of delusion, destiny, & denying the clearly known

Are, in a way, how I get through each day, it's a part of how I've grown...

"Be it real only to me"

"It makes all else 'better' with 'why & what' I can see" ????

The only true difference between an "excuse" & a "reason"...is the person listening

---Thanks for reading---

---Always---

Slumber...

Slumber... (suggestion from a fluffy friend =^-^=) Seeing a sight not quite right I gaze at at the sun glowing above, in the still of night I appear to be in a sinking spot, every step I take shakes the very ground No voice to use, I stagger about...

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Pic-sure...

Pic-sure... Sound in thought, easy to follow I carve into my days numbered, lost in a chance, knowing I'll eventually be hollow... It circles my every thought as I lay in bed Breathing easy, yet finding no pause for the racing mess in my head It...

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Vic-times...

Victimes... Somewhat out of place, yet, making time to be the same One can, as all should, make moments with reasons for remembering their name Slipping among the ground bare of meaning Some study, trying talents or practice, while others give into...

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