I live for imagination, I live for a world where I can be who I truly want to be, A world that I create and raise as my own. A child grows up dreaming without having to sleep, A child grows up living in a universe where he or she can fly, Yet we grow and forget how to do that. Imagination is a tressure to me, I've grown older and still find myself dreaming wide awake, The longer I live the tighter I cling on to my tressure. Life in the real world is tough and can get rather dull, There are no superheroes, There are no Aliens, There is no happy ever after. I write because I live, I write because its Magical, I write because anyone can do it, I write because the child within me has a voice willing to tell a million stories that no one else would hear unless I wrote them, I write because no matter what happens to me in the real world, writing is my exit to happiness.