Imagination?

                Could you live in your own world? Your own imaginary world without risking ending up in a lunatic asylum? And if you could how would it look like? Could you live in it without taking contact with the real world?  

    It`s morning but let`s pretend that it`s already night. Why? Because I like it . I like that chilling feeling that night gives you, that quietness, that awesome feeling of loneliness though you`re not lonely. The moon it`s watching and if the moon wants to hide from us she lets the stars and clouds watching upon us. Until they fade away into the morning light.
                In my world the sun doesn`t exists. He is there just to give a break to the moon for her to take a rest. She needs to take a rest. Why? Because she is getting tired of seeing people how they turn around and go to sleep. How people hate her. How people are getting tired of seeing her shining into the sky. My world revolves around moon. My world exists only in the night because “We know that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can`t say tomorrow day”. But why is that? Why there are things that can`t be told in the middle of the day? It`s because we are scared that the sun will burn us? Or is it because the moon is kind with us and gives us a moment where everything is quiet?
                It`s hard to keep my imagination under control. My thoughts are running away from me and they disappear into the endless night. And they stay there until the night comes again.
                That`s my imagination. That`s my week spot and my cure. This is my world and for that I`m grateful. I`m grateful that the night keeps my imagination, my world alive.