Sometimes when I close my eyes I go off to this place that just holds me captive and somehow I've managed to make my daily wonderland into a hidden reality. My small time daydream became something so real that it felt surreal to the point I had to escape from it for a while.Slowly but surely I managed to pick up the pieces with my wonderland. It's like I recreated myself and I loved it. I don't remember when it all blew up. Yet at that point in time I didn't think about consequences.