imagination can be cruel. it creates monsters out of shadows and love out of thin air. it binds us to ourselves. it reminds us that we are only ever allowed fleeting moments into the ether. if i am to live entirely within my imagination i say goodbye to the world. if i am to live entirely without my imagination i am also to say goodbye to the world. imagination is like the poisonous flower, beautiful to behold but potentially fatal to smell.




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