I can write
entire cities into life,
create heartbreak
on a whim.
I can have happiness
spill in through
a carefully curated syllable.
I can experience
nostalgia for a time
that never existed,
mourn a memory
which never transpired.
I can see
the world as it evolves,
with every scene
that I create.
The cityscapes
and abandoned houses
mere figments
of imagination.
I can indulge
in a character’s victory,
I can cause them to
prosper;
I can be the very reason
they fail.
I have wanted to live here
all of my life
in the depths of my creations.
Because you see:
I have
so many worlds
within me
that I never know
which one to call my own.
