There's more to my world than meets the eye. At least, that's what I think.
Everyone seems to have everything figured out. Our lives have grown bitter and normal. You wake up, go to work, and come home. That's all we do. Our thoughts are our only escape from this acidic reality.
I could sit all day and day dream. What's out there? What's beyond what the general public decides to be shown? I don't know, to be honest. And those who do know, can't share. I want to know.
My curiosity feeds away at my brain, consumes my thoughts. But it also gives me hope.
Hope that I'm not alone.
Alone in my mind. As if everything is a fragment of my imagination.
Solitary ideas, impressions, views. My perception of actuality.
A solo being in a world of pure fantasy. An unexplainable, lonely fantasy. A mysterious, lovely fantasy.
