My fantasies.My imaginations They are a part of me that i can not discard .I remember i was forever fantasizing. I’ve actually never known what normal human beings think about. Because i guess they do not imagine as much as i do. Maybe one day my imaginations will become something productive.But until then, i am stuck with fantasies. Sometimes they are sad,sick maybe,at times ,most times actually they are happy, An ideal world. A world where nice things ,nice people live. At times they are wrong,just wrong entirely. At times ,they come at the wrong time, but they are forever there. Forever there. I guess they are there to stay.