Imagination

Once someone told me that imagination and creation were wrong. That wishing for another world or a secret mystery, created unnecessary shadows and planted contagious doubts. They spent life with hopes for the future and knowledge of the past, they spoke three different ways and mapped their path around the earth's exact corners with definite precision. Knowledge was their everything, their pride, their life, their world, they knew what they understood and loved what they knew and life was perfect, normal, completely wrong. Imagination is there, whether you like it or not. Running through the tips of your fingers and pulsing in time with every beat of your heart. It exists in the shadows of the unknown and on the moonlit beach. It lurks around invisible corners and takes over as you sleep. But most of all it hides in the corner of your eye, disguising what you can't see, don't know, don't love. Giving you hope, beliefs, faith, powering your words and inspiring your future. It exists in the known and the unknown, the dark and the light, in you. Just another simple thought,
Wish x