I want to drown it, smother it with imagination. Push it aside like it was nothing. I want it to be done, over and I don’t want to do any more. I want to fly, fly off into my imagination or someone else’s. I want it to disappear! To never have existed, when will this be over? And till it is over I’m stuck trying to delay it and to deny it, to not get involved with it. I’ve done enough, had enough! This thing is so long and drawn out, God oh God I long for the time when I can disappear, when I can slip away into my imagination! The joy it brings me, I want the world of imagination to never cease! But there is always a time when I have to go back to the world of reality, back to the world that sometimes seems so plain and dull, to the world where the best things happen on weekends and lunch breaks. This world, the world or reality can seem so quiet, so still that you could hear a pin drop from a mile away. This world of reality is where I live, and what I want to push aside, drown is none of your business. This is my world of Reality and it sucks.