Not sure that I want to be part of the real world. Maybe I’d
be better off. In a pretend world. My own creation. My own inner sanctum. Making
it all up. Like a fairy tale. That’s what I do. Now. To an extent. Using my ability.
To think. And to write. All at the same time. Allowing me to shape things. To
my heart’s desire. With my free-wheeling imagination. I’ve been doing it for a
long, long time. From the first day. That I became fully conscious. The amazing
moment. When I became aware of my existence. A solitary individual. Separate from the rest of the world. If I so
choose. --Jim Broede
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