My world...

Just cant help thinkin...

It's so unnatural.

It's like my thoughts are ersatz.

All compositions betray me the moment i pen them down, they form some aberrant words, which i feel, are soo not my own.

I kno, i cannot, nor can others, invade my world, but then even thats not my own.

That world which blooms in my imagination and perishes as an incubus, the world which consists of my dreams, my wishes, why fantasies and my characters.

Characters, which seem to die everyday, seem to live everyday, seem to hurt me everyday and seem to mend me everyday. the characters i call human, are one of those fragile 'things ' in my world who hav emotions but no emotions, a life but no life, a death but no death...

This world contains mounatains of my wishes, the clouds of my fantasies, and a land as pure as my dreams. My family is my shadow; without it i'll be incomplete, alone and unnatural.

My friends are that wind, always there, but never there.

Betrayel is one vice that penetrates in my world through foreign intruders, while falsehood and materialism are two vices my chracters are born with.

wat are the vices i possess? i kno and i dont.

My world, i decide, is not the one i wanted, i must leave it, now.

How can i ? i built it... the characters, the elements, the land, the sky....everything is mine. Its not, is the reply...