I am here to tell you a story.

One that has been passed down throughout time.

In wide eyes

And full smiles.

I am here because They aren't

Not anymore anyway.

And They haven't been

For a long time.

I am here to tell you a story 

About the color of laughter

And the taste of happiness

Things lost to you now as you grew older.

Your senses grew colder.

And the colors

The sounds

The tastes

They began to fade

Into the background.

I've seen it happen

Again.

And 

Again.

And

Again.

People slowly going blind.

I'm here to open your eyes

To show you the colors of your youth

And play you the sounds of your childhood

Take a deep breath and remember.

Remember flying ogg to space with Them by your side or ruling a kingdom with Them in which you'd confide.

Remember saving lives with Them guide-ing your hand as you performed in hospitals.

Remember

The quiet nights

The whispered conversations

The adventures

They weren't just dreams

They were memories.

You could fly, you could do anything you set your mind to.

You created worlds and characters and stories.

They held your hand and brought you up when all you could do was droop..down.

Like a hot air ballon.

They helped you find your wings and your passions and showed you the love that was growing inside.

As you got older They got pulled away because you are grown up now and you don't need Them anymore don't be silly

Trees don't stop growing once they reach a certain age or mindset

So why should people be expected to?

Creation and imagination aren't little childhood habits 

You don't need to leave them in the past to move towards your future.

I am here to tell you that time is something we can't escape.

We age and with it so does our body.

Growing old is a fact but the fact is that growing up? it's a choice.

I am here to ask you on Their behalf to remember your childhood imaginary friends

Sit down. Have a chat.

For a minute or not even that.

Remember those that fought the monsters under your bed and took you to faraway jungles or palaces just by using your head.

They watched you grow up, they made you the person you are now.

And they are so proud.

Although you age and you change and you fall and you bleed

They still love you.

Because they know you and they've seen inside you.

They know who you are

And you're their favorite person.

They know what you'l become and the great things you will do.

They're your number one fan and they've always been cheering for you.

They sleep behind your eyes and are the reassuring voice inside your head.

Whenever the world seems dull and gret they wipe away the mist clouding your vision and show you the sun.

Imaginary friends are as important as passing that test or making those grades and they're as real as you and me.

Can I tell you a sceret? Imaginary friends are just a little sneak peak at who you're going to be.

So don't believe people when they say you need to grow up because grown ups forget to appreciate what makes you different from me and loving the person they came to be