I stare at my wall. Why I don't know.
It's not like it's fun or so.
Maybe it's because of hurt feelings.
Or I just got tired of staring at ceilings.
I now stare at the stars in the sky.
And as many times before, I ask myself why?
Why do I stare at this tiny bright light? Perhaps it gets me through the night.
I stare at things that are not there.
Oh look, a dragon on a chair.
Many times I've been told.
"You have the brain of a five year old".
That is a good thing to me.
Imagination is precious you see.
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