My imagination never ran wild. It ran right alongside me. It was my bodyguard. It knew exactly what it was doing. Whenever reality got too close, imagination was the one looking out. Imagination protected me when nobody else did. For some reason, reality always had a chip on it's shoulder for imagination. It wasn't just jealous. It hated him. It wanted to destroy him. But Imagination went toe to toe every time. For years... it took punches for me, wiped tears away for me, and always was looking out for me.
At some point, reality decided it was time to stop playing games. It came with a fury. It ambushed us. it didn't come to fight. It came to kill.
Neither of us saw it coming. For all those years, it had just been us, it was there with me always. It was my best friend.
And in an instant, reality took him from me.
I never said goodbye.
I have never told him how much he meant to me.
I guess, I'm not ready to, yet.
I think I still hope sometimes, he's out there.......
That one day he will come back to me, and wipe away the residue that reality has left behind in his absence.
Stranger things have happened.
mightymoose
