I think I just like it there

I've always been a dreamer.

What's so nice about reality? 

Nothing. In my head, in my thoughts, I can be whoever I want to be. I can do what I want to do, everything works my way. Whole conversations, stories, words and phrases are flying through my head, never having the chance to escape.

How often have I thought about something I could say or do? I've always thought about it first, and then, when the moment passes by, I stay there thinking that I missed it again, that I was again just lost in my thoughts rather than just doing what I wanted to do.

I don't know how many hours I can spend on just being stuck in a daydream, imagining things, talking to myself inside my head. And I don't know how often I am sitting somewhere feeling my thoughts sailing away, feeling myself sailing away to another place, far away from where I am.

Why can't I just stay here like the others do? People around me are talking, telling how they feel, laughing, they are really there. 

I am not. I am somewhere else, caught, trapped, lost, but that's okay. 

Dublin, Ireland

I think I just like it there.