The fog surrounds me.
Where am I?
Where have I wandered into?

“Hello?”
“Who’s there?”
Rustle, rustle,
“Helloo?”

The fog clears,
I am surrounded by darkness.
I walk, and walk,
There is nothing here,
In this world.

I am here,
Alone,
There is no one,
To interrupt me.

I can find no one,
Inside of this world,
That only exists,
Inside of my head.



I hide my eyes,
As the light explodes,
From myself.

Where am I?
I am in,
One of my,
Imaginary worlds,
Existing inside of my head.

The light shines,
And I see,
Nothing.

So,
I will create.
Create what?

A world,
With no,
Sickness,
Sadness,
Pain,
Or hurt.
Is it possible?
When I am not perfect myself.


Can I create a world without,
Sickness,
Sadness.
Pain,
Or hurt?
When I have felt all of these things.

Maybe.
I will just leave,
This world alone.
Because,
The only thing,
In this world,
With,
Sickness,
Sadness,
Pain,
And hurt,
Is me.