Poetry Corner | Poem #9: Filler

Filler

I can’t be the only one who sees everything through rose-tinted glasses of my own making, who lives with an overactive imagination so hopeful, so resourceful, that I can fall in love with my version of something a million times before it becomes itself. I don’t know if it’s naive or optimistic to see the best in everything, but once you’ve started there’s certainly no going back. Good luck with that one in the real world. 

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