How do you find it?
I don't know!
Why are you asking me?
Because you're me, you should really look into these things you know.
But if we start to look, people might ask questions, and we all know how much we enjoy lots of questions.
But "people" will think we're different if we don't get ourselves together.
Do we care?
I don't know do we?
I think we do.
I think we don't!
Well we seem to be at a bit of a road block here.
Seems that way.
Maybe we should start by addressing these odd little conversations we have in our head.
But then who will I talk to?
I don't know people?
But people are.....people!!
Yeah you're right, guess we're just good the way we are!
Right? Who needs all those "normal people" anyways.
Bet they don't think about dragons!
Bet they don't talk to themselves in third person either.....
Ehh you win some you lose some, better to die with a smile and enjoying life than to fake it for their sake.
You know what? I think I like you!
I think I like you as well.
<3

I once found myself in a curious place, of which precise locations I did not know.
How I happened on this paradise is also something I could not show.
It was a heaven in all its beauty, and solace, passion and life.
In this unknown location I found myself, without a single trace of strife.
The days were long, and boundless, stretching from white shores to heavens eyes.
Stealing my every waking thought with its most beautiful alluring guise.
I spent what must have been a lifetime on the shores of this endless place.
Never knowing of what was to come and the horrors I would face.
For as I was still a child, I sought to venture on, for more.
Slowly losing sight of the beauty of its shores.
Now time has moved on and I have lost this precious place of mine.
All the beauty and secrets it holds, all but lost to the pages of time.
But I will always dream of those moonlit shores, that calmed my deepest dread.
This everlasting beauty, now locked inside my head.
For it was my paradise, something to call my own.
Always I will be searching for this location set unknown.

I once dreamt of a man that lived my life
who's face I did not know.

Each night a new scene, a new face,
all disguised for simple show.

They say that life is a stage,
and we all must play our part.

But they role that I have been given
never suited from the start.

We wear our mask for ages,
forgetting the person that lies inside.

Slowly but surely learning,
the writers have all but lied.

Their scripts are written in blood,
in pain, in death and countless lies.

Tricking the world into loving,
their beauty of disguise.

But this cycle will one day end,
be it by change or by demise.

For of this I am certain,
I am finished with my disguise.

Finished with the mask, the lies
the masqueraded death.

I see you for what you are,
even when you hide your best.

Your script is ending, as mine begins
and for now time will show what's true.

For I now walk a path of broken masks,
following the  steps of a hated few.

For now the script is open,
and only the stars could number my paths.

But one thing is for certain,
I am finished wearing mask.