I wish I could create my own universe. I wish I could take my hands, rip a hole in the fabric of this reality, and step into a blank one. One where I could run away from this life and everyone in it and forget it ever existed. I would create life and worlds and beings who I could love and who could love me back if they so chose. I would create new celestial bodies no one has ever conceptualized and creatures that are utterly alien but familiar enough to feel like home. One day I will. One day I’ll open a dimension of my own and bid this one a silent goodbye. Maybe God could grant me that. I don’t deserve it but I’d do good. And I’m sure He’d take care of the people left behind. One day. One day I will live in a world of pure imagination and creation of my own. Weather it be because I was granted it, or because I will go mad. I’m halfway there. As long as I’m free in the end.
