My imagination the greatest thing, is also my worst. My imagination hates me, I will admit it gives me wondrous ideas. But, it gives me nightmares more than dreams. It haunts me in the dark, no one is there, right? My imagination has killed me more than once, it has rapped me more than once. When will this hell end? Will I be able to control it one day? Or will it consume me?

It has been nice I will say that. My imagination it has given me something to burn time with, something to enjoy, something to daydream about. It has given me great hope, only to tare it down.

Is it me imagining this imagination? Is it really this cruel or is it me making my imagination this cruel?

What can I do? Who can help me? Where can I go? When will it stop?

It tares at me, it scares me help me. It haunts me, it blesses me help me.

Imagination

Imagination

My hell.