Fiction is a picture in my mind I’d wish to share

But moving as it may be it leaves with no pants

so all can stare. It’s random and it’s strange, putting

Images in your brain making lies into truth while pulling

 Up your youth.  It is illiterate and crazy, cynical and indignant

 But as time passes you wish for more of it and very

 Soon you root for it. It takes you under its grasp fiction

 Reading so much your epiphanies give your mother a

 Conniption. Imagination running wild as your  

pictures climax to the stories style.

Fiction is a picture in our minds that helps us escape our realistic lives.