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Someplace Else

 Do you believe 

That there's the possibility of different worlds 

Made of different physics, 

Different creatures, 

Different terrain? 

Do you believe, 

That it's possible 

That the whimsies and fancies 

Narrated in every story 

And dreamt by every child 

Really exist? 

You'll probably tell me,

"Ohhh what childish nonsense

Ohhh you're such a kid

It does not do to dwell in fantasies-"

But guess what

There are more creatures out there,

There are more creatures that dwell 

In those very fantasies 

Of millions of dreams 

Of millions of minds.

Do you believe, 

That every character in every story, 

Not only books - but every STORY, 

Truly exists, in a hologram, 

Or in a parallel universe? 

You don't need to believe. 

Because I do. 

I truly believe that every bit of nonsense, 

Chatter, musings, dreams, fantasies - 

They all exist. 

If not here, then someplace else.

Lands untouched and unharmed 

By us, corrupt humans,

And even if I can't see those places, 

If I can't go there,

It's enough if I know that they're there.

And I believe they are. 



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