On this star filled night with the moon full and bright, I set among the pines to clear my mind.
The memories of a life gone awry, always the desire to fly, to rise above what has been. The whisper of the gentle breeze rings true of what I must do.
There is no good bye in learning to fly.
Do you remember when you left me? When you were too grown-up to play when I visited? When you no longer found a monster under the bed, in the closet?
Do you remember where you left me? Am I in the box you packed your beloved childhood toys for safe keeping? Did you toss me out with your once favorite fuzzy slippers?
Do you remember the fun we had in worlds of our own, adventures of our making? Back when the world belonged to you and I. You believed everything was possible, and you could be anything.
All the fun we once had; do you miss me – as I do you?
Lovingly, Your Imagination.
