Imagine

everyday, i go on a journey to far away places that others can only imagine. sometimes i go to darfur and visit the beautiful ones who dwell in the land of the blood rivers. they drink from the waters yet do not become ill. somedays, i go to tibet where the quiet ones dwell. but they will talk to me. we talk about happiness and peace and love and all of the things that i lost along with childhood. we stand on the mountain's edge and shout out the secrets of life. no one will hear us. then i go to atlantis and roam about the the palaces of the forgotten ones. i sit at the feet of poseidon and tell him what it is like to walk along the beach in the sunshine and how to build sandcastles. and yes, i even go to the place where the artic ones reside. i help them catch fish which we take back to their igloos to cook while their children play about in the snow with no doubt or hate or fear. and i stand outside watching them. and it is there at those places that i can still believe in Santa Claus.