The Plight of Nikki LeDree

It started out as just a spark. An idea many thoughts ago. Little did she know that the spark was an addictive substance. She would later learn that it was called imagination and that she craved it. So soon the little spark lead to drawing and painting, something even more addictive than the imagination itself.

After long term use of imagination she found that she needed to fuel it with poetry, music and art. Finally she was lead to reading. Reading it seemed was one of the most effective ways one could get the imagination. As she read each word she found herself being drawn further and further into the imagination itself…

Once a person becomes so dependant on the imagination there’s no going back. I have not seen Nikki since she started using the imagination everyday, even whilst asleep.

This site is dedicated to her and her mind.

• Nikki LeDree
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• The Thoughtful Contemplative

  
  I am life and I am myself.
  
  Part of a weakness.
  
  Some days I believe myself.
  
  Which day,
  
  Which person,
  
  What I think depends on you.
  
  Which labels others experience.
  
  I am simply personification.
  
  I am the thoughtful contemplative.
  
  Ask me the answer,
  
  I think I am capable.

• The Chair in the Corner

  
  How long had it been? Two days? Three? Buried under cloth. Under sweaty clothes and discarded coats. At least its legs were free. It could stretch them out if it wanted to. It could feel the carpet under its feet. This was all it needed wasn’t it? Freedom and a purpose for being. It couldn’t recall a time when someone sat on it and enjoyed it for what it was. There it sat, alone in the corner gazing out at the other more privileged chairs. Hour’s people would spend sitting on them. The chairs that were so lovingly placed under the table. Never would they be subject to the same treatment as the chair in the corner.
  
  The chair’s bitterness grew, as did its isolation.

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