let me tell you of a world where everything is unreal, just surreal, and nothing is true, perhaps only a few

where dreams abound, and promises are broken and fidelity is lost, most of the time

let me tell you of beautiful moments, only moments, that are fleeting and gone just like that, but stays with you, for a long time

where time is too slow yet sometimes too quick, where you want it to end quickly, yet never really want it to be over

where things are serious and funny at the same time

where you are filled with longing, never really belonging

wishing everyday for a glimpse, a feel, a sensation of reality, because you feel so so gloriously lost

where you weep with sadness and ecstasy, the interval lost in between

where feelings are too strong, and too shallow, always confounding, never really making you understand

where friendships are rare but deep,

where melancholy is a staple, but never without its twin, excitement is its twin

where souls are lost and regained and hopefully kept

where things are made or broken, the most essential things in life, that is

where you can be someone else, totally unlike you, unrecognizable as you, nothing like you

where you can be free, liberating you from bondages that have kept you half-dead in the world where you came from

yet imprisoning you to the very core, because you can never really get out, because it isn't real after all

this is my world for the moment.  i may love it and hate it at the same time. but it is a world like no other

it is unimaginable until you're there, it is unfathomable until you are at the bottom most, it is surreal, never real, never real