Daydreams are shadows. They linger. They follow. To exist, a glimmer of hope has to shine down in order to cast a sincere outline whose unique shape derives from that which occupies space in reality. They are projections captured between all we are made up of and a guiding light above. No matter how much we may want to reach out and physically touch them, they will always remain intangible entities that can only be felt with the imagination we each have.
– Valerie Parente (6-18-16)
Marionette shines in the spotlight.
“You are a superstar, young lady!”
“I am no more than a puppet attached to the make-believe! These ideal scenarios! These insurmountable expectations! These flashing images of perfection! My imagination pulls the strings!”
“But you are at the center of the stage!”
“I am tied back by the theatre of an overactive imagination!”
With a razor in hand Marionette breaks free and collapses, for she never properly learned how to keep her feet on the ground.
– Valerie Parente (6-7-16)
Daydreaming as a child was a fun activity.
Daydreaming as an adolescent was a coping mechanism.
And daydreaming as an adult is an addiction.
– Valerie Parente (4-25-16)
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