Pen, Paper, and Twenty Minutes

Shadows create a facade for a child's imagination. Creatures untold to common minded become a reality to the littles with big hollow eyes filled with a parallel universe that we have slowly lost as the years have slugged along waiting for the timer to hit zero and hope has finally dripped it's last drop; to release the ever persistent cloud of all the things that are needed to be done, to diminish with a sweep of an alternate reality we've planned in sets of tomorrows that never seem to make it to our present todays. We plan out novels out of a life that hasn't yet entered the horizon, never the less made it to the edge of the sunrise. We live in a world created at our fingertips. A looking glass to decaying open doors cracked open so that we can only see a peek. A sliver of a crack. We compare what we have to a slither of another's. Odd. The world is an inquisitive place. It's a group of constellations of different views, beliefs, cultures. In the end, the inquisitive, questionable mind-altering nature is what makes life such an interesting journey to be the captain of. You fly, the rest follows behind you.

xoxo Ankita