My imagination is full of all of my favorite things. I like the lake and the bright, luminescent sun. Dragons look and smell like vanilla, and butterflies are made of marzipan. Mica skies hold pomegranate seeds. Welcome!

The eyes on the vanilla dragons glisten like emeralds. Their external appearance, however, hides a violent, evil darkness, housed in a charcoal heart. But one of their kind is different. His coloring is different, he loves ice cream and rainbows, and he smells like chocolate. Look for him. His name is Winston.

There is a passion fruit scented phoenix with deep ruby eyes that shine in spite of the darkest moon. He loves the marzipan butterflies. But he is a loner, and he likes it that way.

On the highest hill (the scariest place) there lies a haunted house that no creature will ever dare to tread. The icy cold graves will leave you shuddering. The howling wind will chill you to your bones. You begin to feel like the dead. The resident marshmallow-smelling ghosts are shy, but whenever they step out of their ragged, dusty shadows, their "booga booga" screeches are dark, malicious and evil. You will cry. Fallen heroes and evil Kings reside on this hill for eternity. All of the bad parts of my imagination rest in this musty, dead, sour- smelling coffin of doom. As far as I'm concerned, they deserve this destiny.

Beyond the hill is a rolling, emerald green stretch to infinity. The warm, glowing, inviting Sun will always welcome your thoughts, as it has mine.

So come again, friend. I'm sure it won't surprise you to learn that I have more imagination for you to explore!

My Spirit, My Declaration -Uniquely freaky; fantastic!

- Katherine