Staying Lost

I'm warm and happy. I'm in my own world, that I so carefully weaved out of my deepest dreams. Soft sounds of lullabye music is what keeps it alive.

"Little child, be not afraidThe storm clouds mask your beloved moon. And it's candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams. I am here tonight"


This music cannot end. For it is always playing in my heart. The only trace of the outside world is the light shining in from the bottom of the door. I'm afraid to look at it, or to go towards it, for if I do, the light will shatter this fragile world...I'll keep it a while longer. I'll lay my head down, and let the lullabye play.

xoxo

Lost

Lately, I have been escaping to my own worlds...and the more that I do, the harder it is to get out...maybe I'd rather stay lost...