It's always something ridiculous when I've had a rather uneventful day...
Like my brain knows I'm bored and generates the most convoluted scenarios it can.
It was simply another one of those days...Nights?
Tch
Night.
That's what started this I suppose.
Literally.
Not that I knew that back then.
I'd heard all sorts of stories of course but stories were a regular part of my life at this point.
What had started as an awe filled obsession to visit places that did not exist had gradually turned into a fond hobby to indulge in when there was too much free time and no one to keep me company.
I was drifting farther away from these imagined worlds.
Perhaps this was what happened to children as they turned into adults.
Or maybe I was finally learning to appreciate the simplicity of my easy life.
Funny then, how unfortunately funny for that stage of me coming into my own as a blissfully ordinary person with so much to be grateful for and learning to appreciate the value of worldly anonymity with precious few satisfying my need to be acknowledged... to be callously taken away from me.
I'm ashamed to admit I knew subconsciously it had at least a little to do with my greed.
Ambitions.
Great grand revolutionary ambitions that I had matured enough to figure out as a hindrance to a content life.
Then I experienced temptation, proceeded to naively win over it and got taught the value of choice.
Something that rarely ever gets recognised for its importance until it's taken away.
My story took a fantastical twist just when I'd forsworn it.
Don't get me started on the irony, can't grow a damn rose without thorns.