Imagination Wonderland

Sometimes, it’s not me, but I know it’s me. It’s like my alter ego is having a baby, but there’s no semi version of myself. Have you ever wished you were a way you felt you weren’t? Like, the you you always wanted to be was the hidden you all along. That’s me, in a party, in a group message. I’m your favorite conversation, but only when acknowledged in such dominion. Ok, on a basis term: I’m one with who I am, and have become. It’s as if I’m able to express my feelings more than one type and that’s what makes me attract uniqueness. I guess I’m just your average weirdo. Thank you for hearing my brain 24/7. Maybe you can unlock more of its deep captures.