I've always had this little creature in me that just wishes to lurk around mysterious places and just explore and discover new things, go on amazing adventures I know I'd never give a chance. I sometimes have this absurd imagination no one believes I have. I often talk to myself and often day dream about things I know would never in a million years happen and yet it makes me so happy. I sometimes get this ecstatic feeling--an adrenaline rush everytime I just create something in my head and then I just start jumping and screaming just to release everything out of my system. Yes I'm a little bit of a nincompoop, in a way.
I always wondered what it'd be like to live in the 1940's, 50's and 60's. It must have benn really phenomenal. The culture the music the ambiance the language. So I often day dream and just wonder what it'd be like. I sometimes wondered what if my mum got married to someone else? Or maybe what if I was born in a different era? Would I be a grandmother by now? All wrinkly and smelly like an old unwanted prune. I often wonder what the afterlife is like. Weather it what I've always imagined from all the books I've read.
I take myself to a different world. A world where I live by my imagination and by my imagination only. There was no such thing as a 'meantime' or a 'maybe' or anything of that sort. I just did everything there and then. Time is priceless. So is my imagination.
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