Made up land


Sometimes I just want to escape.

Far away to a land that only I know how to find.

A land where my favorite food is always available.

I can eat all I want and not gain a pound.

My hair never gets frizzy.

And when I want to be alone, I could just stop time and walk in the gardens of this mysterious land.

Sometimes I wonder how many houses I would own on that land.

Probably 3 because that’s my favorite number.

I’ll have my own driver because I am too scared to drive.

My escape has always been made up.

That’s why I spend most of my time in my head.

On a land that only exists behind my eyes and inside my brain.

Sometimes I just want to escape.