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"Come back to the world of reality" They tell me. " Stop living in a world made up."
But my dear family, my dear friends you must understand. The one you see is reality is the falsehood to me.
I wake up and enter into a dream, a realm of things I'd rather keep unseen.
For the made up world is dark and scary, hurtful and boring and oh so dreary..
Repetitive each day, no new scenarios to play, just the same ol' same ol' ways.
Now I could easily sit there and listen to you rant about how unmotivated I am and how this generation is a failure. About the days when everything was so great, well wait a minute, just wait.
Are you trying to imply thati'm stupid and sly? Well who raised me silly? Haha that's right, i'll laugh you go cry.
Now you realize somewhat my dismay, that you're a hypocrit every undying day.
Now i'll go to sleep and enter my real world. Where the only thing expected of me is to create, design, and imaginate.
Maybe you will come visit it someday, if you grow young and reverse your way. I think as humans we need to be reminded there is more than just work, work and no play.
But until then i'll just sing on " Come back to the world of reality, stop living in a world made up."

The door opened and seconds later shut. The scratch of her keys rolled over the table in the hall followed by her coat being withdrawn from her person as well as her hat and scarf. She let out a sigh, happy to be home as she entered into the kitchen. Suddenly that relief was stripped away as she found him smirking down at the notebook he clutched in his oversized hands. (Compared to her's that is..) " HEY! Put that down!" She halfway screached as she made a leap for the item he simply lifted out of her reach. Another thing he had advantage over her, his height. She growled and gave him a quick but firm jab to his gut so that he winced and had to catch his breath for a moment over the slight winding.

" Abusive woman.." He growled as he tossed the book down at her. " It's just a book. What about it do you not want me to see?" She grasped the book as if it were money and quickly flipped through the pages to about the area he had been reading in. Her eyes scanned the pages for a moment before a faint pink tinted her cheeks and a scowl furrowed her brows. Before she could say anything he began to walk off, hands in pockets, softly mumbling in a mocking tune. " " Come back to the world of reality, stop living in a world made up." "

Oh how he enraged her so.. " The gual of him." She spit out in a venomous way. She slapped the book down into an open drawer and shoved it close before penetrating the hole with the key she quickly snapped locked. " I wish he would mind his own buisness.. I don't go snooping through his things, do I?" She stood there leant against the drawer with her posession in it as the revelation came to her. 'That's it...' She thought, a devious expression dominating her features. ' I should search through his things. Maybe it will teach him to keep his mangy paws off mine!"

She guessed he would be in their library, and he was as she went up the stairs and passed the room in the hall. He seemed ingrosed in a book as she tiptoed her way to his room. She slowly opened it, but quickly let herself inside and closed it behind her. His room was far from what she expected. What she had expected: Clean, daily dusted and vaccumed, not a speck anywhere. Maybe even a color organized closet. What it actually was: In a summarized version.. a normal teenage boy's room. She made a disgusted face as she shook a random pair of boxers off her boot and carefully began to weave her way across his clothes covered floor. It was difficult finding a patch of wooden floor uncovered by his garments, but she managed. " Alright." She muttered to herself as she reached his desk. She began to open drawers and quickly paw through the items inside it. Nothing of interest. " Moving on to.." She thought aloud as she moved over to his night stand which too had a drawer. Something of minor interest.. a folder labled " Stuff"

She knew from great experience that when a man said " stuff" or called something " stuff" it was really just a coverup for what ever it really was. She opened it and as soon as she lay eyes on the first drawing within it's folded binds her lips curled into a strange twisted warp and her eyes widened. " What the.." Just then she heard the door creak open and she quickly closed the folder and dropped it into the drawer and closed it. But he was already casually leaning on the entryway watching her in what could be called amusement. " Find anything you like?" He asked as if he were a salesperson.

" Y-you.." She tried to spit it out but she was only just coming to the revelation herself. " You draw..nudes...of women?" He lowered his head a bit and glared up at her blankly while saying. " what of it?" She stood there like a confused child who had lost their parents in a busy street. The feelings inside her were welling up on their own and they screamed envy and disgust. " Well I just didn't know if you had ever seen..I mean.. I didn't know you were into.." He knew that when she failed to form sentences it was time for him to step in. He sighed and stood up straight and jabbed his finger over his shoulder. " Get out of my room." She hesitated as she looked him over before she walked over to him and then scooted past to get outside his door. " You've made your point. I will respect your belongings if you do so in turn to mine." She nodded meakly in agreement but she really wanted to ask him about the drawings further, although he wasn't leaving it open for discussion, that much was obvious.

He stood there until she was gone into her own room, before he closed his door behind him and walked over to the drawer to take out the folder and look over the pictures himself. He lifted them out of the pocket( something she hadn't done) and at the bottom right hand corner written in the smallest handritting was his fathers signature. He was the man who had taught him to draw, but he had not taken the same interest in subjects as his father had. He only had one subject, but that was another folder more carefully hidden and protected.

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I Am Going Away
Away For The Day
To A Land Of My Imagination

A Place Filled With Splendor
Splendor And Wonder
Of Enchanting Beauty No Where Else Would You See

Where All Trees Could Talk
Talk As They Walk
What Tales Have They To Tell Me?

Where Fairies Would Sing
Sing Songs Of Spring
As They Dance A Dance Just For Me

Where Golden Dragons Fly
Fly High In The Sky
And White Unicorns Run Wild , Run Free

So If You Would Like To Go Too
All You Have To Do
Is Use Your Imagination
- by Erwin Quah

Description
"Come back to the world of reality" They tell me. " Stop living in a world made up."
But my dear family, my dear friends you must understand. The one you see is reality is the falsehood to me.
I wake up and enter into a dream, a realm of things I'd rather keep unseen.
For the made up world is dark and scary, hurtful and boring and oh so dreary..
Repetitive each day, no new scenarios to play, just the same ol' same ol' ways.
Now I could easily sit there and listen to you rant about how unmotivated I am and how this generation is a failure. About the days when everything was so great, well wait a minute, just wait.
Are you trying to imply thati'm stupid and sly? Well who raised me silly? Haha that's right, i'll laugh you go cry.
Now you realize somewhat my dismay, that you're a hypocrit every undying day.
Now i'll go to sleep and enter my real world. Where the only thing expected of me is to create, design, and imaginate.
Maybe you will come visit it someday, if you grow young and reverse your way. I think as humans we need to be reminded there is more than just work, work and no play.
But until then i'll just sing on " Come back to the world of reality, stop living in a world made up."

The door opened and seconds later shut. The scratch of her keys rolled over the table in the hall followed by her coat being withdrawn from her person as well as her hat and scarf. She let out a sigh, happy to be home as she entered into the kitchen. Suddenly that relief was stripped away as she found him smirking down at the notebook he clutched in his oversized hands. (Compared to her's that is..) " HEY! Put that down!" She halfway screached as she made a leap for the item he simply lifted out of her reach. Another thing he had advantage over her, his height. She growled and gave him a quick but firm jab to his gut so that he winced and had to catch his breath for a moment over the slight winding.

" Abusive woman.." He growled as he tossed the book down at her. " It's just a book. What about it do you not want me to see?" She grasped the book as if it were money and quickly flipped through the pages to about the area he had been reading in. Her eyes scanned the pages for a moment before a faint pink tinted her cheeks and a scowl furrowed her brows. Before she could say anything he began to walk off, hands in pockets, softly mumbling in a mocking tune. " " Come back to the world of reality, stop living in a world made up." "

Oh how he enraged her so.. " The gual of him." She spit out in a venomous way. She slapped the book down into an open drawer and shoved it close before penetrating the hole with the key she quickly snapped locked. " I wish he would mind his own buisness.. I don't go snooping through his things, do I?" She stood there leant against the drawer with her posession in it as the revelation came to her. 'That's it...' She thought, a devious expression dominating her features. ' I should search through his things. Maybe it will teach him to keep his mangy paws off mine!"

She guessed he would be in their library, and he was as she went up the stairs and passed the room in the hall. He seemed ingrosed in a book as she tiptoed her way to his room. She slowly opened it, but quickly let herself inside and closed it behind her. His room was far from what she expected. What she had expected: Clean, daily dusted and vaccumed, not a speck anywhere. Maybe even a color organized closet. What it actually was: In a summarized version.. a normal teenage boy's room. She made a disgusted face as she shook a random pair of boxers off her boot and carefully began to weave her way across his clothes covered floor. It was difficult finding a patch of wooden floor uncovered by his garments, but she managed. " Alright." She muttered to herself as she reached his desk. She began to open drawers and quickly paw through the items inside it. Nothing of interest. " Moving on to.." She thought aloud as she moved over to his night stand which too had a drawer. Something of minor interest.. a folder labled " Stuff"

She knew from great experience that when a man said " stuff" or called something " stuff" it was really just a coverup for what ever it really was. She opened it and as soon as she lay eyes on the first drawing within it's folded binds her lips curled into a strange twisted warp and her eyes widened. " What the.." Just then she heard the door creak open and she quickly closed the folder and dropped it into the drawer and closed it. But he was already casually leaning on the entryway watching her in what could be called amusement. " Find anything you like?" He asked as if he were a salesperson.

" Y-you.." She tried to spit it out but she was only just coming to the revelation herself. " You draw..nudes...of women?" He lowered his head a bit and glared up at her blankly while saying. " what of it?" She stood there like a confused child who had lost their parents in a busy street. The feelings inside her were welling up on their own and they screamed envy and disgust. " Well I just didn't know if you had ever seen..I mean.. I didn't know you were into.." He knew that when she failed to form sentences it was time for him to step in. He sighed and stood up straight and jabbed his finger over his shoulder. " Get out of my room." She hesitated as she looked him over before she walked over to him and then scooted past to get outside his door. " You've made your point. I will respect your belongings if you do so in turn to mine." She nodded meakly in agreement but she really wanted to ask him about the drawings further, although he wasn't leaving it open for discussion, that much was obvious.

He stood there until she was gone into her own room, before he closed his door behind him and walked over to the drawer to take out the folder and look over the pictures himself. He lifted them out of the pocket( something she hadn't done) and at the bottom right hand corner written in the smallest handritting was his fathers signature. He was the man who had taught him to draw, but he had not taken the same interest in subjects as his father had. He only had one subject, but that was another folder more carefully hidden and protected.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I Am Going Away
Away For The Day
To A Land Of My Imagination

A Place Filled With Splendor
Splendor And Wonder
Of Enchanting Beauty No Where Else Would You See

Where All Trees Could Talk
Talk As They Walk
What Tales Have They To Tell Me?

Where Fairies Would Sing
Sing Songs Of Spring
As They Dance A Dance Just For Me

Where Golden Dragons Fly
Fly High In The Sky
And White Unicorns Run Wild , Run Free

So If You Would Like To Go Too
All You Have To Do
Is Use Your Imagination
- by Erwin Quah