I stand now inside your mind. faceless, bodyless... a lone voice inspiring imagination. You read these words and the voice speaks, smooth, female. Yet something is missing... a form. I blink my green eyes and suddenly the voice can see, i look down at myself, petite, pretty. A slight grin spreads across my face and it lures you to read on in wonder of what pleases me. It's frightening to imagin myself inside your mind. Not so much myself as I am a though of what you'd like me to be. In some way, thats what this is about. Then again it's also a thought from a teens mind. Mixed with hormone yet with the deepest insight. You might be forced to experience something you havent before. As I sit here in my basement bedroom, i think of many things: My health, my education, my relationships. I laugh to imagin how it would feel to be mindless. Divine i expect. to be able to just not think for once. As it growns late I'm reminded of a reoccuring dream I have... I'm standind in a crowd being pushed against the fron of a stage. A band has just steped onstage and is preparing to play. When about to begin their first number,the guitarist (sometimes in the form of my ex, or a currrent crush) steps up to the microphone and announces "This somg is for you Candise, your everything I never knew i wanted, and everything I need" the wording changes each night. They play the song(sometimes upbeat, sometimes slow and emotional) and all the while i watch the guitarist, then as the number is ended i'm pulled onstage and he kisses me and apoligizes for whatever wrong he may have done. Sad really. This childish dream of mine. My clairvoyance has never worked in my favor. I've only to wish, havent i? I guess I'll have to title my work, right? i've always found title to be the most important part of a writting project. I feel for now the apporpriate name for this is, "Reality is for those who lack imagination". I guess that i will change it as i continue writting more, but for the time being it feels right as it is. Truth be told, I read my chosen title off of a wall last summer... Is it illegal to name things after words written on walls?