Weave of a Web

One word, one look, or perhaps the one word you never said or the thing you never did.
The wheels begin to turn, rotate, twist.
The thoughts begin to weave this web, turning into a picture that may or may not be any truth at all.
My head can paint a picture more elaborate than any painter could create.

This thing that twirls within me in one way, a gift.
I could write a million words and make you see a thousand worlds.
Maybe even, inspire a generation.
On the other hand, a weakness.
Because I could over analyze anything someone says or does.

I find myself getting lost in the dreams.
My imagination sailing me away to what if's and somedays.
Into adventures and places I've never seen before, even places that are only real when I close my eyes.
And when reality snaps, I stand at the edge fearing to jump.
So much unknown - possibility for failure or success even my dreams couldn't grasp.

I wonder what is better sometimes; the life I live when my eyes are closed or the one I live when my eyes are open.
I want to be the person who makes my dreams, my realities.
Eyes wide open, life worth living.