Sometimes, in the middle of work, my mind goes into overdrive and piles up so many images and words into my mind that I end up getting confused on what to do first. "Do I stop working and write first? But if I start writing, I end up delaying my work! No, must.finish.work.must.finish.work!" And that's what I do, and then after a while it happens again, and the cycle continues. I suppress my own imagination and it scares me that it might actually, like a taken-for-granted person, pack its bags and leave me forever . And if that goes, I go. Imagination keeps me sane and alive, no matter how crazy and demented some of the things that do cartwheels inside my mind are.
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