The Unsigned Writer
Not From Here
Poetry By, J. M. Lilin
I am not myself here because I am not who I pretend to be when I am there.
The world is colored in a different canvas and each shade is unfamiliar to you.
How I wish I could show you what it is I see for it is nothing less than that of a dream.
I have heard of what you could not imagine because I have created these places.
It is my world and I am the ruler of whatever has grown in the depths of the canyon.
For I am a creator and imagination is the ability that controls my hands.
Feel my words and know the story that had come forth from it all.
For I have told you what it could be, but do you truly understand the glory of it all?
Just know, it is not something to simply put on a shelf, but something to live and remember.
Two different worlds and one of them has an adventure mistaken as something that is not from here.
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