I have been called many things, a dreamer and a thinker are two things I do not mind being called. I have been told that I think too much, thus I dwell on things that do not really matter. While this may be true I refuse to correct what some consider a malady or a handicap. In my mind I can go where I want and create the world I want. Some call it thinking too much, I call it using my imagination.
In my world, if I choose, the sun is blue, the sky is orange, and the rippling waters are purple. What does it matter as long as my imagination allows me to escape the real world and find happiness, joy, and contentment in my fantasy world, if only for a brief instant.
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