I’ve never quite understood boredom. I long for the moments where the world quiets down enough, slows, so I can escape reality and wander through my imagination. It wasn’t until reaching adulthood that I realized not everyone’s imagination survived childhood. I believe the desperate need to preserve mine is why I defaulted to silence so often. I’m not bored, I’m not sad, and I’m not contemplating anything serious.
If you ask me what I’m thinking I’ll tell you nothing because I know your laughter when I tell you that in my mind, I’m dancing through the rainy streets to the perfect song as the street lights glisten against the wet road, your ridicule will kill my magic. So I stay silent until I remember that my magic is strong enough to withstand any external forces. Slowly, I’m owning the power of my magic. Slowly, I’m seeing that laughter isn’t always a bad thing. The world needs more of it so go ahead, laugh. I will too.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 