[ WP ] You are the only person in history to have an imagination . What is your life like ?

Lonely. 
 
 So lonely. 
 
 Nobody ever understood. They could not see what I could saw. They could not feel what I felt. 
 
 These infinite realms, these fantastic stories, these incredibly *human* characters, none of this would ever escape the confines of my own mind. I could hear kings proclaim triumph and couples express sentiment, I could smell the sweet pines of mysterious forests and salty breezes of the sea. I could see terrible battles and loving families, gruesome deaths and precious births. The possibilities were endless, yet somehow none of it was real. 
 
 I was shunned from society, ridiculed for my ramblings. No matter how I expressed my visions, no one could truly see them. My paintings were simply haphazard splashes of color, my stories incomprehensible gibberish. I tried for so many years, over and over again. I kept throwing everything away, convinced of my own insanity. 
 
 I was drowning in torrent of imagery, helpless in the knowledge that none of it could ever be real. 
 
 Here I am now, sitting in an asylum, at the end of my life. The sea of crumpled pages filled with a million meaningless words and images I had produced over the decades began to envelop me, and for once I welcomed its embrace. 
 
 Alone no more.
