Imagination is not a monster.
It was never meant to have walls.
It's not a prisoner of the walls of reality.
Nor is it a welcome without an invite,
despite it’s rsvp.
It grows teeth when it has nowhere to grow.
It grows wings when it must survive. It is as real as anything living.
Sometimes a beast. A familiar.
Sometimes it’s a masked guide...
𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅.
Rodeyo
