The world can be many things
Cruel.
Dead.
Sad.
So sometimes I resort to the world in my head
It’s full of life and warmth
You can touch the stars, sit on the moon
Dance in the sparkling rain or sleep in a field of flowers gold
Just don’t go to far or you’ll miss the flowers beneath you that bloom.
But I like to forget the world
Until I notice what I miss
The birds singing and soaring
My...
