Daydreaming Fantasy

February 18, 2014

I've lived a life that's safe.

Free of rejection, and what come's with it...

the uncomfortable pain.

I've lived a life where day dreaming was an escape

where I can live how I wanted.

Reality was where scary monsters and broken promises would go to die.

But dreams were a fantasy ready to be revealed,

unveiled and shown for me to see it all.

I am undeniably beautiful in my dreams

and rich and super popular.

Everyone likes me, agrees with me and are always on my side.

Yep, fantasy was much better than reality.

To a degree, and it still is.

I could go to escape the horrors of real life

and all of its misdeeds.

How could I day dream my life away

and watch my days slip by?

I don't know...

If dreams were my fantasy than nightmares must be a reality I couldn't wake up from.

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