It
was cold
but getting warmer.
As I left the forest.
But when I exited the forest, all
I heard was car horns blaring,
engines running, and the wind stopped
blowing and all I smelled was smoke and gasoline.
I tasted the rain drops falling,
even though it's a sunny summer
afternoon. I sat down at the
border of the real world and a
fantasy world, asking myself,
why be in the real
world when I could be in
this fantasy world?
This life isn't at it's best but this is
the best it will get
