I am listening, I never stopped, I wasn't daydreaming, I was maintaining my imagination and it's world. My mind just likes to wonder to those lands away from this bland simple world which has reality, unlike the rich worlds of imagination. I wanna be like writers and movie directors even game developers, people who make worlds and peoples who are unknown to all aside from their creator. I don't want my dreamers world to be real though, as selfish as it is, why would I want reality destroying it?
I feel empty sometimes, knowing my childhood is leaving me, I want to dream forever and I wish I could properly share my land with others yet every time I try i get shy and fail. I want to see it with my own eyes too, such beauty and terror and graceful does the mind hold. I wish I knew why I want it so bad,to visit fictional worlds, I wish I could know why it doesn't work out the way I want it, I wish I knew why it meant so much to me, I wish I knew why magic and monsters with scary teeth and creatures with grand designs along with many people existing in their own cultures that I created held such a place in my soul, why such worlds make me want to cry from desperation.
Maybe I should stop reading books and watching movies, they seem to make me only want it even more. But I won't because either way, it wouldn't matter to this reality filled world.
