Time really does fly, doesn't it? When I was in primary school the year just seemed to drag on, in high school however, there isn't enough year for me to get everything done. I find my spare time mostly filled with homework, and any other time I have is spent doing extra curricular activities. Not lunch time though. Lunch time is all mine, my own space to wander back and forth as I please. Like a cat, I stalk the path between reality and imagination until they are so meshed I cannot tell the difference. That Is why I enjoy cleaning the house, and long car rides too. These time are the few and far in between, the precious few moments when I can indulge in retreating into my head, and not coming out. My room at home is irrelevant - nice as it is - in my head I can be in any room I want. In my mind I see flying cows and purple giraffes. I see solid clouds and silver oceans. There is noone to tell me what to do, or when or how to do it. But sometimes, I retreat so far into my head, that I forget what lies in the world of reality. When I was eight years old, I became so gripped by the joy of my own imagination I wouldn't come out. Hours at a time were spent staring into space, and bed times were eagerly awaited, with the thrill of a subconscious dream ahead.
i'll continue later,
i'm not really soposed to be on the computer this late at night.
"And with a flick of my wrist the curtains pull shut and the candle is extinguished..."
sweet dreams ;)
