Where imagination ends

A poem + VO

I painted a picture.
Layer upon layer of colour.
Each day I add more detail.
Ridges and divots.
I have covered every inch.
From every angle.
I have become so familiar with it
I see pieces of it everywhere.
And I follow them.
I can no longer tell
where imagination ends
and reality begins.

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