The only way I can keep going is to stick to fantasies and dreams for without that I die. Without that there is no point in living. You might want me to grow up, but I am not going to. It is pointless. What will be waiting? It is easier to run. I might sound like a coward, but it is the truth, my truth. I have nowhere left to go, I can only run. It is to dark here and there is nothing. I can only stick to dreams reality is not an option. because I am stuck. I cannot. I am caged up. I need an escape. Because I have nowhere left to go, just run, run. Go leave! Go. Or else I am facing the ultimate darkness. But no matter what, I can still dream. It does not hurt, I can really smile. It’s better, really.
