My imagination is killing me.
..all the places I could be going, things I could be doing, feelings I could be having, opportunities I might be missing, projects to make possible..
And then mistakes I could make, setups with dire results, ailments inside my body and brain, what it means when I'm alone, who's where doing what and why..
It's ALL inside my head. None of it is real.
I'm an expert at imagining my own death - to the point that I'm killing myself.
If only we knew the one truth all the time, if there is even one
that we could hang onto it and ride the waves of Life free and clear
without questioning, hoping, helplessly grabbing at possibilities
for fear of losing what we've only
Imagined to be what we want.
Then you find something real that is even better than what you've imagined,
so like a doe-eyed dog you stare in disbelief,
and let your imagination, again, take it all away.
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