I live in a silly little world, dominated by characters and stories so rich that the real world couldn't possibly compare. My world is filled with monsters and heroes, people that care, loyalty, and brotherhood. The world I adore is more real than the one I live in. People act as they should, show love where they should, and yet still have faults. They overcome those faults.
I'd press the button in an instant. This world seems wrong. Feels wrong. Smells and tastes, wrong. People think you're something you aren't. Accuse you of things you don't do, but know them to be guilty of. I'm not thick, I'm actually pretty clever, and the thing is, I know the truth. I've always known the truth.
My silly little world is more comforting than the emptiness that I find in the real one. My silly little world isn't filled with people plaguing me with fake feelings, manipulation of my real feelings or manipulation of some misdeeds that were perpetrated many years ago. I'd choose my silly little world, always.
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