imagination

It was just past noon, 12:03 p.m. to be exact, that time of the day when shadows hide beneath one’s feet and everything appears stark, distinguished only by color, lacking depth.

I’m crushed as he speaks with such hate of my name.

When I was thrown into the stress of college, my mom's advice was to take a deep breath, close my eyes and visualize myself having accomplished my task.

Daydreaming has carried me into an entirely new realm of thinking and living. Launching my unbridled imagination has afforded me the liberty for my mind and soul to travel to places I’ve never been to.

Granted I am 19 now and spending my days making fake phone calls to people who don’t exist would certainly raise some valid concerns. But those unburdened years — spent pursuing entirely made-up occupations from the comfort of my living room — seemed valuable to me.