There is something about me you don't know.
I keep it from you.
It's mine, the only thing that is mine.
It sustains me.
Without it I would die.
I don't live now, I exist.
But I would die without this.
It is my solace, my sustenance.
My hope, my breath, my air, my light.
It is my heart, my god, my mother, my child.
I nurture it, water it, talk to it.
It lulls me to sleep, pats my head, dries my tears.
I draw from it in every quiet moment.
It is my escape from reality.
It is my magical thinking.