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Wheres the band-aid when you need it?

Submitted: May 14, 2017

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Submitted: March 28, 2017



With an imagination so vast, how can we ever be aware of where it ends? I can travel the world, in a matter of seconds, I've been to places nobody had ever dreamed of! Only I, have seen the underside of such icebergs in the coldest of seas. Only you, can imagine such things because,only I, can describe impossibility of such sights. When the exhilaration of the flights in the warmest nights take me so far, I no longer feel alone. I don't need to be alone, to know nobody is there. All I need is the wind in my hair, the rain on my face to take me to such a holy place. I worship the gods that I have created, I follow no one. Imagination is my only solace. My very own Mecca. Only I will never understand how it works but I have not the need to try. All I ever have to do is Imagine. And I have it in the palm of my hand. 

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