The Forbidden Passion

i have a passion,

 a passion of solitude,

a passion of solitude where i find myself in a big space of white emptiness.

Walking all alone, walking an reaching no where stoping and being everywhere.

An as i walk i begin creating my own reality a place to think about a place to love,

an just moments within my life forget about the true reality.

as i drown myself deeper an deeper into this new yet fake reality of mine,

this newly fake reality of mine i use to escape the reality i was forced to be in.

The reality every one is blind to se beyound of,

where they grow to believe that what they see an perceive is all there is to see.

the solitude of my own reality is possible to be,

but why do I not head out in search for it?

It is the excuse of this reality i am forced to be in, one that one can never flee.

 My passion, that forbiden passion of mine id wish to one day freely hold the key.