When I am sitting on the bus or tram, my mind grows wings. I am a daydreamer, and during the 30 minutes it takes me to commute to uni and work, I listen to music on my Sansa and dream. My mind travels to alternate realities of this world. Things that have happened, will happen, or things that have never happened and will never happen.
I like to dream, have my mind run wild, imagine. Use the wings of my mind to fly to places I would like to be. And sometimes to places I would not want to be in. My daydreams can give me hope and scare me as my mind explores my dearest wishes and deepest fears.
I wonder if other people can read the emotions on my face when I daydream. Can they tell whether my mind took me to a happy place or an unhappy one?
These beautiful wings of my imagination can put a smile on my face or bring me to the verge of tears. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Wow, I find myself very much in your words.
wings of imagination… I like that :)
The wings of the imagination are wonderful!
Yes, where would we be without those wings of imagination? Lovely…
My mind too grows wings. My post depicts somewhat similar sentiments albeit in form of a poem.
Thanks for your words–daydreams with wings truly know no limit.
I love the fact that you use “the wings of my mind.” A great take on the prompt this week.
Oh this is beautiful! What a “pretty” prompt this week was. Gorgeous.
lovely post!
Thank you everyone for your comments. :)
This is really a beautiful written post !!!
Thanks Tanja. :)