Being little was so much fun. I had quite the imagination that if i talked about at the age i am now, would it be considered hallucinations?
My mind has always been overactive. I had unicorn friends, friends with tree bark and dust particles.
I had a friend named Billy that would visit me at night. I had dreams of he and i running away together, into a world with no pain and violence.
I would wake up with a smile just thinking of him.
Billy went away, so did the unicorn friend, when i grew up.
My invisible friends were now living in my head. I could hear them, but i couldn’t see them. It was quite irritating.
I dont know if i like being an adult. It was so much easier being a carefree 9 year old.
I still have invisible friends but unfortunately are not as real as they used to feel..