Staring into what seems like darkness

gives me comfort.

Being alone

with my thoughts,

with my imagination

brings me joy.

At that age where you’re frightened

that your thoughts….

become worries.

And your imagination….

doesn’t exist.

The trees are pink.

The sky is purple.

And the clouds can still be cotton candy

if you never let your imagination retire.

Life will go on.

You will succeed.

Your thoughts will always

be as vivid as you make them.

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