Within My Circle

As I flash through the books and screens, The plots take me to new terrains. I experience a world beyond the reality, where every image might as well be a fantasy. I see visuals within my peripherals. Can it be a hallucination? Could it be more than a daydream? Or am I blinded? Blinded by an extreme desire to indulge myself. Immerse myself in the perfectly bendable world. Comfort myself through the ease of a dreamer's imagination. The temptations to stay within its boundaries are immense. A slight wind of displeasure sends me running back to the circle; The circle where I have established a routine; The routine that created my safe haven; The safe haven of solitude and freedom. But is it really freedom? The fear I am avoiding; The fear I am so afraid to face; Can I ever be brave enough to withstand it again? My circle has a shield; A shield that is as strong as my fear. I know I have to break it. Maybe I can. Maybe, someday.