Invisible Friends
I find that I want to go to a fictional world. The best that I can do is to write. I can travel to the world of demons and monks. Even though I was not the creator of such a world, I can delve into the land of a half-demon called Inuyasha. I can place myself in the foot steps of Kagome as she travels through time to the land of feudal Japan. I can learn of a new language on the other side of the world. I can fight demons and kill the despised Naraku. I can slap the leacherous Miroku and tell him to accept his love for Sango. I can cuddle with Shippo and fall asleep on Kirara, Warm on cold nights. I can watch Inuyasha get "Sat" after eating all the Ramen. I can travel to Modern Japan with Kagome and see all the sights. I can feel the accomplishment at coming home to see a well written story and many reviews. I find friends that never existed, but someway, somehow, find their way into my hand and tell me of their lives. My closest friends use me to share the stories of their life. Through my friends, I find peace. I can escape the world and find love. All because of my fictional Invisible Friends.
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