World, we all have our world, Earth where we live out our reality. But sometimes I need to escape. No, I don't have a spaceship to fly me away to a plant no one knows of nor do I have a machine to transport me to a different reality a different world. No, when I'm in desperate need of an escape I slip away into the peaceful and enchanting world of music with its many moons of genre but if I'm not able to find a way there I seek refuge in the pages of a book trying to find my Hiraeth. Making friends with the many people in this world bringing the words to life and living it myself to forget about the real world
And when I can't reach either I make my own I flee to the back of my mind and start building continents shaped like hearts I tend to have love on the brain a lot but a world made of love sounds like a Paradise does it not? Building streets and cities while perfectly crafting my imperfect people in my head living the life I want to live till it's time to leave and I'm ready to face my real world instead
hope you guys like this is my second favorite poem of mine