A small little outstretched hand, cradles the big finger, clutching on. The mother looks at her child and smiles brightly, how this bundle of joy came from her she would never understand but the love she had for her child was so abundant and clear.
Softly humming a lullaby and rocking back and forward, a man walks in with a brightly smiled face and adoring eyes.

He whispers to the mother “Now this, this is us starting our own little family.”

The mother looks up and plants a quick kiss on the man's lips, she looks back at her child and says “It's gonna be one adventure after another, with our bundle of joy.”

The man embraces both mother and child and they all fall asleep one after another.

There was a world, a world destined to crumble and disappear.

In that world was a person, that person was slowly becoming unaware of their surroundings, the only thing they can remember is that they didn't bring any phone or wallet with them. Until BANG. A gunshot rang in their ears, a figure dark and far away from them, their eyes blinking really fast, as they moved their hands to where they felt pain. It felt wet and sticky, they didn't understand why or what, the only thing they knew was that everything was turning dark. Darkness consumed them. Then they were forgotten.

As for the shooter, who had no idea how a gun got in their hands, ran, never looking back. But from above them came a bright light, as slowly as a snail, descending towards them. KABOOM! What was once bright became dark. Darkness consumed them. Then they were forgotten.

The world they lived in was destined to crumble and disappear.

People dream and in that dream lives a paradise, a place of escape from the world you live in now, a place where dreams come true.

Always afraid of what comes next, your mind creates a place full of creations, imagination and peace, and slowly you lose yourself and who you thought you were to this little paradise of escape.

Running and running, always moving, from one imaginative place to another, stories, poems, songs and art, all types of created paradises and all types of reality fading.

Around it goes, slowly but surely, forming a world or two in my head, losing that light that flickers slightly as my mind wanders, creating, imagining a world full of possibilities and people I wish to be.

Dying more and more on the inside, dying more and more to the depths of the darkness, I created due to my mind, full of paradises, full of possibilities, full of dreams I can't possibly reach.

Imagination slowly reaches its peak, living in my head and yet yielding in retreat, in reality, seeing what could be, but never really living it, too afraid to live as slowly I descend, the more I stay on this paradise of the end.

Sickening to hear this, but knowing it's the truth, sometimes a paradise isn't the way to choose, because this ideal of a perfect world for me, or a perfect story I can create, lessens my value of who I really am, where it should matter, back in reality.

Exiting this dreamlike state, slowly waking as I ache, reaching out for a hand to pull me up, up from this paradise of pure bliss and lost, causing my soul to stay right there, while I choose to get out of there, stuck forever in this state, this state of imperfections and surrealism, as I slowly descend into the madness to come, because I took a step on this paradise I created to escape the real me.

I was weak,
Weak to you,
At first i just wanted to be your friend,
Friends were good.
But as i got to know you,
I knew,
Friends wouldn't be enough,
My heart ached for you,
But you just want us to be friends,
I understand,
But im sad,
Broken even,
Cause all i want is you,
My heart chose you,
But its broken.

My heart beats fast for you,
The butterflies are fluttering for you,
Each day is hard for me,
Cause you don't care like me,
Baby hold me close to you,
Feel my heart that's yours,
But don't hurt me please,
For I'm already hurt to much.