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.
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