the world every day it gets more and more different and the same man meets you and walks you around

“We’ll begin with a spin, take a look in my creation” his voice his appearance his words just everything was so mystical and mysterious

you got so attached to him that every time you look for him and its just.. not the same without him

but today was different

he cups your cheek as he plays with your strand of hair

“Wake up, its just all your pure imagination..”

its all a dream..