Yesterday was fat

A fantasy


that occupied my mind
one I knew wasn’t real

from around me,
everything inspired
twisted so many parts
thought and re-thought.

I wanted to write it,
even if I believed
I could not write.
I had a name
for my book
but I cannot tell it
because it is my password
to so many things
a content reminder
of a world.

I wondered if it is true,
sometimes,
just because I dreamed it
that somehow these worlds
that people must create in their minds
were somewhere real.

It would be a very sad world,
if it existed,
and I would feel bad
for all the suffering
I put one
these people.

Still it was a vivid world,
one worth living in,
if only if I could go
on vacation
and visit.