You Cannot Lose What Can Be Rediscovered.My imagination runs wild now. Again, like before. It’s a feeling of being born again. A renewal. My body transported back to: everything being possible. In my innocence, I dreamed endlessly, believed in the fantasy of magic, revelled in the terror of the mythical, thrived in the suspense of my dreamspace; every thought after the last, an unknown, yet I created the unknown brightly and passionately. A feeling I welcomed with open arms. I felt that for a moment, at 29, and I found myself before this magnificent version of me. He was creativity personified. He stood free, because he believed. He smiled with the light of the sun, because his imagination was unsoiled, untarnished with the harsh realities I knew one day would succeed at extinguishing his fire. My heart shattered, shards ripping apart my very being, because I knew I could not save him. If only I could tell him that what he would experience on his journey would be worth it. That the tears would fill a basin that would one day serve as his ocean of endless possibilities, to draw deep from their waters and create rivers of life that would satiate every magical fantasy radiating his imagination. I embraced him fiercely. I desire to escape back to him, when I was more alive and free, unburdened to imagine, to create, to believe.
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