#128

my eyes are so weary. all i want is sleep. to nap all day, every day.
to get lost in that little dream world i create every night.
i close my eyes so tight, that's where reality is for me. in my dreams.
things are so perfect there. things are the way i wish for them to be.
i can create or cut a character at any point, make a circumstance arise at any time or not.
whatever i says go, no one can have an influence, or change what i'm doing, what i'm saying.
it's all me, no one else.
i'm like god, in my own little movie. except it's not, it's reality. in my mind.
my little slice of heaven, to carry around in my back pocket.