Fantasy World

I like to read, get lost in a fantasy world,

escape this life, this heavy swirl.

Pages whisper what I can’t say,

a different heart in a brighter day.

Reality feels too sharp, too loud,

so I drift away above the clouds.

Where no one hurts, no one leaves,

just make-believe and paper dreams.

In my fantasy world, I can breathe again,

no broken hearts, no bitter ends.

Just stars that listen, skies that care,

a place where pain can’t find me there.

They say it’s running, I call it peace,

the only time my thoughts release.

Ink and wonder pull me through,

to somewhere kind, somewhere true.

Maybe I’ll stay just one more page,

where I’m not small, or trapped by rage.

It’s not real — but it feels like home,

and maybe that’s enough alone.

In my fantasy world, I feel alive,

no more ghosts I have to survive.

Just light and laughter, space to dream,

a softer life, a quiet gleam.

So I turn the page, and fade away,

to where my heart can finally stay.

In my fantasy world — I’m free,

at least for now… that’s enough for me.