I walk down the block but I'm far from home
Where am I?
I know where I am
I am in the world of my stories
The people withe the familier faces are my chracters
I have walked into the setting and plot
Anything I think here will happen
This world is of my making
This world is my world
This world is my imagination
My dreams my stories
* I wrote this poem after I had a dream about meeting some of my characters. I was walking down a dark ally and bumped into this hot guy. I got a good look at him and he was Hunter from my story. It was a vaery interesting dream