She opened the cookie
And peered into her mind
Unscrolling her secrets, her dreams, her life
How did they know her?
“You are prone to flights of fancy,” it read.
“Visions of fairies and stars in your head
Imagination and dreams rule you, yet some things fill you with dread
And you scream inwardly at your own imperfections
Oftentimes, you compromise and change direction
Your brain is, at once, playground and haunted house
Befriend the ghosts. Thank them for the growth they have aroused. “