I take out my cauldron.
The first ingredient is always the most important.
Rummaging through my drawers, I finally find the perfect one.
I pop in a piece of paper.
Next, I reach for my desk.
I pop in a jar of ink.
Stirring the ***, I open the lid of my head.
These ingredients are the hardest to find.
A pinch of inspiration.
A dash of creativity.
A cup or two of words.
They all go in the cauldron.
Finally, it's time for the last ingredient.
The last ingredient is always the most important.
I reach into my heart.
Carefully, carefully, I pull out all my love.
Carefully, carefully, I put it in the ***.
Mix! Stir! Whirl! Spin!
There. It's done.
I pull out a fresh poem.
I am an Alchemeist of Imagination.

I have been created.
Called.
Summoned.
It echoes through dimensions.
The call only I can hear.
The scream.
The whisper.
The echo.
The call only I can hear.
It changes as I listen.
It goes loud, booming into my ears.
It goes quiet, until I strain myself to hear it.
Even when it fades, it's still there in my head.
In my head.
In my head.
In my head.
It screams at me.
Too loud!
Stop!
Please!
But the call doesn't listen.
It just keeps shouting.
In my head.
In my head.
In my head.

I was walking in the woods with my friends one day,
when suddenly, their voices stopped.
I look behind me to see an empty white void.
A nullspace.
Nothingness.
Infinitely.
I call into it. Are my friends there?
But all I hear is my own voice.
Echo,
echo,
echo.
My words stream forever into the blankness.
Echo,
echo,
echo.
My words come back to me.
I sit there for a while, listening to my words.
Minutes?
Hours?
You can't have time when there's no space.
I listen to myself calling out across the emptiness.
Then, something calls back.
It is not my words.
It is not words.
It is music.
Suddenly, I am woken up by my friends.
We're going for a walk in the woods today.
If I don't come back, don't worry.
I'm just listening to the music.
Echo,
echo,
echo.
Inside my head.

There's a place
I like to go
Where nobody says yes
And nobody says no

Nobody argues
For nobody's there
Nobody is mean
And nobody cares

It's always quiet
The silence never ends
But I'm not alone
Nobody's my best friend

Come on, open up your eyes.
Stop looking at the screen.
There's a whole world out there.
Don't read a story.
Write one.
Live one.
It's time to wake up.
It's time to live your life.

Where
Am
I?
Opened
Up
My
Eyes
But
I
Can't
See.
I
Am
Surrounded
By­
An
Endless
Abyss.
Looking
Through
The
Screen,
I
See
The
Next
Dim­ension.