Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Get off you backside and conquer your part of the world
Or not. Maybe you would rather use your imagination, no matter what just do you
Words dribble out of my fingers
Raw unfiltered fragments of imagination
Incandescent with flashes of brilliance
Though often followed by long droughts of darkness
Engulfing everything in shades of mediocrity
Composing art through words and images
Inspiring imagination and thought through deep story telling
Nobody is falling asleep in the dark, too much emotion and adrenaline
Everyone is mesmerized by what is happening on the big screen
Many will watch it again at home, but that collective theater experience is special
Allowing for a brief moment a community zeitgeist that can be transformative
He danced along his mental landscape
Enjoying the infinite possibilities inside his mind
Allowing his imagination to go wild
Determined to escape the reality his meat brain was stuck in
Solid pieces of imagination
That are forced into reality through the writer’s skill and anxiety
Order forged out of the chaos of emotions
Released into the world to live or die upon the whims of readers
Yet likely the author will mourn either way
Cobbling together something beautiful
Relies on one part imagination
Another part materials
Finally a good chunk of time
This means during this crisis you can level up!
Letting her imagination explode
Every brick was a word, and with them, she created a story
Giving life to the brightly colored plastic bits
Opening a new universe of possibility
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When sitting down in front of her computer
Olivia began her daily penance
Racing fingers
Dancing on the keyboard
Crafting new realms from the ether
Outpouring her imagination onto the page
Until she felt she could write no more that day
Nanowrimo would push her to become the writer she wanted to be
That or break her will to write till New Years.
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Bill looked around the small study room. He closed his quantum physics book and grimaced. That grimace quickly flipped into a bemused grin as he looked at Cherie. “This stuff hurts my head.”
Cherie matched his bemused smile with one of her own. “It’s supposed to. It’s how everything in the universe works.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way,” Bill said pointing at the book.
“Okay Einstein, what do you think is happening?”
“What happens if this is all one big simulation or even a dream?”
“A dream?” She knocked on the table. “Seems a pretty solid dream.”
“No really, pretend I am the only being in the universe.”
Cherie sat back and crossed her arms. “Then what am I, chopped liver?”
“You would be a figment of my imagination.”
“With all my personal problems you have one fucked up imagination.”
“I never said I wasn’t a sicko,” Bill said. “I would need everything to keep me as sane as possible though. Otherwise, I would be a real whack job.”
“I think your dream isn’t working too well if that’s the case.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“I’m here for you. Or maybe not since I don’t exist.”
“Hey, I said it was just a theory.” He put his book in his backpack. “Till the next time I see you.”
Cherie shook her head. “I hope so, otherwise I wouldn’t exist.”
Bill laughed to himself as he left the room and closed the door. He walked down the hallway daydreaming about his hypothesis.
Behind the door there was nothing.
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