Hello there, um....not really sure what to write on this DarkCopy page. I really am not a great writer whatsoever. Honestly, I need to just write down my thoughts. I gotta say I do have some quite impending thoughts that destroy my imagination. However, that's being unproductive. No matter how impending, a thought is a thought is imagination. And imagination....ugh...I hate that word. It's so taunting. It laughs at me. Everyone wants Imagination. Look I just capitalized it. It wants me to succumb to its mastery. Imagination. It is a brilliant thing.
4 years ago
If I was a writer, I wouldn't mind staying up all night in my library, hidden from society but enveloped in a mirage of literary worlds. The shelves will be overflowing, breaking at the seams with words begging to be read and brought to life by the imagination. I'll be inspired, fed by the imaginary sphere of writers whose legacies went before me. I'll write and study and write some more of distant lands beyond the see-able universe, of a man who travels the dimensions and falls in love with Woman of the Wind, of a girl who can sing her heart's desires into being but mistakenly casts away her ability and searches the world over for it, of a whale who dreams of becoming a little mouse only to find how unsatisfactory it is to have to scurry on little limbs. And when I'm done with those, I'll write of normal things like rain on a tin roof, watermelon in a garden, and airplanes in the sky. There will be endless things to conjure up, there will always be more to say ...
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