i hope it's not just my imagination
but i'm a dreamer, so it is
move out of the way. where is she? you know. the dreamer. isn't she supposed to be here? show me where she is. dreamer. what do you mean who don't know who she is? everyone does, right? what, the one with the hands. the hands and a pencil that looks like a pen. she writes. she's the kindest one amongst you. blasphemy. huh? that's.. that's her. give her the book. a book, and let her thoughts and ideas spill out onto the pages. she can do anything. she dreams and lives, passes on dreams and makes a virtual life that is lived. an inspiration. why is she trated like that? i'll kill them. but she wouldn't want that. strange world here. dreams and nightmares. life and death. a dreamer's life. a nightmare's death. what's tangible and what can't be helped. what's seen and what's done. that is her. she loves and should not be loved. she draws not a sword and won't be drawn on the canvas. her own story, her own power. why, it won't be realized. the bridge to understanding. she stands in the center. crosses when she feels need be. no one knows or protects or understands but she. a destiny, or a choice. what's imagined and longed for, though the goal is clearly unattainable. she's the dreamer.