It was always confusing, almost fun and mostly terrifying.

It reminded me of when I was younger,

just a child dancing in the dirt and stones

of my very own country road.

I paid no attention to a darkening sky

only to my feet moving offbeat.

but, my song was interrupted

in the distance a great engine roared,

as if reestablishing industrialization.

I ran out of the road as the roar drew closer.

But no metal beast came tearing down the road







And then it hit me.

A cold, drenching, realization.







I was alone.

The roar was the sound of rain from






(What seemed at the time)

Very far away.




An unexpected downpour drenched my clothes


and caused me to shiver



As I stumbled through the mud all the way home.


A few years passed
And I found myself in the rain again.




This time I was waiting for someone.

Like before, I came to a realization...




This time it came slowly upon me.




It made my feet itch, my hands shake, and my stomach flip.




This time my eyes became clouds








And they rained upon the earth.

Again, I was alone.





Sure.
It was disappointing.

but in the rain

I found myself

dancing with my imagination
It was liberating.


So began a relationship


Between myself and My imagination

He did all the thinking.

I did all the talking


Always Talking to him







to my imagination







to myself.
It was heart breaking



it hurt

when I was alone


Just me and my imagination

I cried for him.

He never cried for me.
I sang to him.

He told me his thoughts.


I could never be away from him.





My Imaginary Man.


So when voices whispered to me in my dreams,






(the only time I was without him),




And told me "Leave him,"
I said:



"Fine.

I'll give up on chasing my

Imaginary Man.

It's time for him to leave town, anyway."

That night the voices from my dream took him away.




I was free of him.





Free to find a real man.









(If such a thing Exists)



Free to be alone.

But no man will ever live up to my Imaginary Man.