what's out there?

I spend all my time curled up in my room, maybe once or twice you'll see me exit my cave.

it's been almost a year sense dad's death, they still don't have a grave put up, so I spend my time talking to him at his favorite place, the beach.

I swear sometimes I can hear his reply from the ocean. Sometimes I wish I was more like him, someone that could look at the world and face the bright side. So why can't I? because I'm stuck in the past.

there's so much going around me, and it's almost like I'm waiting for it to come tumbling down. So maybe by staying in my small cave I can ignore the world around me. But one thing that rings through my head, what's out there? What's the real world like?