There is a world inside my head.
Every time I think about it,
It keeps on getting bigger.
There is a world inside my head,
and it welcomes me when I go to bed.
Beckons me to come nearer.
I oft wonder.
If the world inside my head
Got big enough and wide enough.
Would it suck me right in?
This is made by me, please don't steal.
This poem is not about delusional thinking. No, it is a poem about an artist and creative slowly falling in love with his creation. At one point, the artist will wonder if the characters and the places are real in another realm of existence entirely, and they are just using him as a medium to get their stories out.
At least, I've ran into that question. Not sure if you have.
This poem is not about delusional thinking. No, it is a poem about an artist and creative slowly falling in love with his creation. At one point, the artist will wonder if the characters and the places are real in another realm of existence entirely, and they are just using him as a medium to get their stories out.
At least, I've ran into that question. Not sure if you have.
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