in my world.

in my world there's free air
and i can still sleep in your bed,
and the heart doesn't ache
like it was the first time break.

in my world i don't usually get angry
like a hurricane destroying everything, 
blindly.
sometimes i just lay on the floor
and listen to the birds and the wind.

in my world you're still here
and death is something i do not see,
nor even wish for me.
there are times where i'm light and content,
and never experience harsh mood swings.

in my world. 
if that existed,
this world is just a fantasy.