Why do we only write about the things we know?
How limited is that?
But also logical, because how could we write about the unknown?
How do you describe what you don’t know?
Words, sentences, and poetry just won’t cut it this time.
Maybe i’ve gone round the bend,
But it strikes me as funny when people say
“We are limited only by our imagination.”
I don’t want to be limited by anything.
Let alone myself!
I want to better myself,
Go one step further:
I want to step outside my imagination.
What an amazing world that would be,
If we could break through the limitation,
Of our own imagination.
Instead of ‘thinking outside the box’
(What a horribly angular thing)
I want to ‘think outside my imagination’.
What unknown wonders lie there?
What colours we have no name for?
What shapes have more dimensions than we know?
What beauty we have no words for?
What perfection eludes us?
What world awaits?
If you can.