My world, my universe
Questions I always ask myself is who, how, when and why.
Questions that rarely gets any answers.
Day in and day out I live in an other world, sometimes even in an other universe.
Now and then I can feel someone’s hand on my shoulder, trying to get my attention. Trying to get both of my feet back on the ground.
But I am who I am. I am the one that right now lives in a fantasy world. A world that isn’t always that positive one where I float on pink clouds. No, a world similar to Tellus, but in my own way.
I am who I am and right now I have chosen this way of living. Living in my own little world by myself.