A world of our own.

Sometimes we as people go into our own little worlds.

Someplace where we can be ourselfs.

There where we are happiest.

Why do we have these worlds?

Are we not happy in the real world?

Wait, what is the real world?

Dreamworld makes you feel like you have dissapeard.

Why do we then fight against being invisible?

Each of our worlds are perfect.

But they don't make any sence...

Is that the reason we have these worlds..?

Because life doesn't make any sence..?