my close friends always
called me a
space cadet
they were not wrong
I am smoldering hot
yet so wildly cold
too difficult to describe
but I guess that’s what makes me
a work of magic
I would drift off into
lands of the unknown
unbounded
and leap into waters
that ran freely
my imaginary friends
held my small hands
as I capered through
lush meadows rich
with periwinkle colored
flowers, and tulips
but one day,
my land of the unknown
evanesced.
the water drained
until it was parched
my imaginary friends left me
the meadows went up in flames
and the tulips withered
I was flown to the real world.
and I was left
with nothing
but silence
consuming my mind
and oh god,
did that lead to some
unimaginable things
-space cadet
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