The Dangerous Wood of Imaginations

I sit at the edge, staring out the window to where my mind wanders. I shrug, closing my eyes to inhale.

I appear in vast forest of thoughts like an unsuspecting princess in a dangerous wood of imaginations. Which fruits shall I taste? Some berries must be poison, I'm sure. There are beasts that roam here. Some are nice, some are not. Some are tameable, but some I cannot control.

Like his voice in my head. I just can't seem to shake it. Not like I try, but if I DID try, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to.

Like the ambulance I hear speed by. Praying the situation isn't as bad as it seems, I imagine the paramedics and the victims.

It's a sad world sometimes, though I always make an effort to see the glass half-full. But, in the end, what exactly is it half-full of? Maybe the glass is better off being half-empty. Depends.

My eyelids arise and my mind is set free... or maybe it's confined once again to monotonous reality. Maybe true freedom materializes when my mind is lost within my eyelids, in the midst of the dangerous wood of imaginations.