flattering my own imagination
Sophomore year I learned I could turn just about any loud noise into waves on the ocean in my head. Maybe everyone can do this. Seventh or eighth grade I learned life was a lot more fun when I pretended I was invisible. Last year I spoke in an imaginary tongue when I got sick of everything. When I'm alone, I have two-way conversations out loud wherein I am both people. Today I went to a stupid parade dressed as someone else.
I wonder, when I grow up, if I still find myself oddly unattracted to all things social, can I maybe just live in a whole world created in my head?
When the phone rings, I get scared and anxious. I need a hug, even when I realize it's just Mom's friends calling about pie. I'm told it's normal after something traumatic happens. It's supposed to go away after five more weeks. Maybe I should cut down on caffeine.
I wonder, when I grow up, if I still find myself oddly unattracted to all things social, can I maybe just live in a whole world created in my head?
When the phone rings, I get scared and anxious. I need a hug, even when I realize it's just Mom's friends calling about pie. I'm told it's normal after something traumatic happens. It's supposed to go away after five more weeks. Maybe I should cut down on caffeine.