MY WORLD

        I wake up every morning and no one's home, just me. . .
Sometimes i dnt want to get out of bed coz i knw nobody's there. . . . .
Every single day, its the same routine. Nothing ever changes.

        It's all too quite so i turn the music on too loud to mask the truth that is loneliness.
I can't always turn to the world coz this is something i have to deal with every single day.
Many times i realy need someone to talk to. . . .but its like one's listening. . . .
So i sit down with my pen and diary and i start to write.

        I write down anything that comes to my mind. . .
Everything i have no intention of sharing . . .
Something i jst want to keep.

        I write because besides life, its the best gift God ever gave to me . . .
I explore the fantasy that is my world and for a while, it all seems ok. . . .but reality comes back hard and i knw it aint real.

Still it doesnt die. . . .

        I hold on to my pen and diary amd i keep writting.
I jst cant stop myself.
With every song i listen to and every movie i watch, i get a new story, a new fantasy, a new dream. . . .

         Again for a while, i'm happy.
I go to bed late in the night after everybody else and my immagination continues evem with my eyes closed. . .
It creates the bakbone of what i will be dreaming about. . . .
I wait to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again. . . .

This is my world, and i thought i should share it with u.