Imagined Adventures

My mind wanders.

Ever moving,

ever changing.

Try to concentrate.

Words on the page dance,

forming a picture,

never standing still.

Ever moving,

ever changing.

My mind takes the picture

the dancing letters form,

and make it something else.

A new world,

waiting for me.

Wanting me to dive in,

to embrace its mystical wonder.

Words can wait.

I let myself sink deep,

far within the magical waters

of the imagined world.

A new adventure awaits me.

Often one I have done before;

but it will be different.

A new outcome.

Some event changed ever so slightly.

I can stay for hours

in one imagined world.

Living my dreams,

my wishes, my desires.

The ones that can never come true.

I know none of this is real,

yet I enjoy it.

There I am everything I’m not.

Everything I wish I could be,

yet I am still me.

The adventure ends.

Days went by in my mind,

but only a few minutes in reality.

I turn my attention back to the paper.

Back to my pen,

and the words spilling from it.

Back to my story.

The stories I write,

are the many adventures I experience.

Few are written down.

Many remain in my mind.

They are all wonderful, all exciting.

I put the best on paper.

Only the best for my readers.

Whether I am, in these stories,

hero or villain, dragon or human,

warrior or witch.

I am still me.

I ride the waves of adventure

my mind provides.

Stories waiting to be written.

Adventures. So many. All different.

All in my mind. Stories.

Ever moving.

Ever changing.