Every time I close my eyes,
I reach my happy place.
The night time is my time of bliss.
I imagine a world full of smiles across sad faces.

I imagine demons facing their masters and begging for an intervention just so they can prove that even sinners deserve a second chance.

I imagine the stars falling upon my hands,
Glowing as if they have never experienced darkness and yet stars are surrounded by complete darkness.

These stars pull the strings on my face,
Forcing me to smile and forget that just a minute ago tears were racing down my cheeks,
Leaving me with memories that only the heavens would understand.

Perhaps all that I imagine is a fairytale.
A little portion of bliss that only brings chaos that is hidden as beauty.
Maybe that's why the beauty fell in love with the beast.
But why even complain when for even a moment I feel happy?