Worlds


There are whole worlds inside us.
When I was small, I made up worlds.
Spacemen and travelling through the universe and landing on planets and stars.
Kings and armies and battles and horses.
Caves and hidden treasure and mysteries and solving mysteries.
Kidnapped boys at windows and following people in the street and trying not to be seen, notebook in hand.
Practicing to swim the channel in Sparkhill baths.
Practicing to win the high jump at the Olympics in my back garden.

I'm big now. Still whole worlds inside. Creating imaginary presents. Creating imaginary futures. Its fun. Its addictive. Its lovely. And its easy to get sucked in and believe its real.

Breathe in. Breathe out. THIS is real.
Those worlds are gorgeous, I want to enjoy them - and still know what is real

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