I was never good at drawing.
So I decided to speak. And I opened my mouth about things my imagination would bring: like Tyrannosaurs rampaging through Sierra Avenue and Barbee Street, or floating cities on the verge of demolition due to diabolical frenzy. And well... sometimes we don't have things. And sometimes we do. You see, a mind is an immeasurable tool -not to be confused with moments we're confused with ourselves by others who like to confuse. Really, I could draw whatever I desired -inside of my head. And when I would rest it on my pillow in bed I would remap the world as it lay this way or that. That-away and through all those colorful maps where more than just cruise ships cruise. And where bruised egos return to their drawing boards and bruise some more over liquor and booze. But then again, there wasn't anyone around to distort my imagination or my imaginary creations. And my asphyxiation wasn't abomination, it was just pure relation. And if I could, I would create it, but I can't, so I think it. I say it. But sometimes we don't have things like I said before. Nothing to label us as who we are, so we become our actions, our daily chores. Some become freeze tag, others become hop-scotch. A kid I teach is slowly becoming a shadow bozer waiting for the right uppercut. The other day, I lectured about math and geography, so the boy sitting in front of me is now becoming his parents' gardener and eventually? -Cosmology.
And there's this girl in the corner who always completes her homework -she's becoming a lawyer I tell her. She'll become an information technology consultant, a doctor, practitioner, or an architectural engineer, hell... But she corrected me when I asked her. She said that she's just working on being herself.
