What I Will

The pencils and paper feed my imagination. Every scratch across a line creates a similar scratch across my brain. This scratch it leads to my imagination. Imagine if you will the land of your or my imagination. Is it dry? Is it filled with forest? In my imagination the world revolves around me and my will What do I find? I find myself. In a dark, huddled corner in the smallest recesses of my imagination I find myself. Oh what a marvelous feeling it is to find and be found.