Hey, I’m still in Mysteria.
The imaginary place that’s always been our short-escape when we want to take a deep breath from this tragic world.
Do you still come here frequently?
The carousel we always rode are now damaged by the storms of unrequited love.
The park we always sat in now misses the two people who always shared their stories.
Mysteria, is the most comfortable place for me.
The world that we both built is a place where I can express what it would be like if you were the first person I saw when I woke up.
The world we created is also the only reason that makes me want to reminisce how wonderful it is to live in deception.
A year ago, you said goodbye to Mysteria.
Amidst the loud sounds of the merry-go-round and the typical amusement park anthems, someone was crying.
In this perfect world, how could I still expect you to come back?
In this delusion full of manipulation, how come you still make me unable to forget?
I realize that not all wishes can be brought home, even in a world that clearly doesn’t exist.
If I were forever lost in Mysteria, I would try to find every way to meet you and get to know you all over again.
I would wait for you like someone waiting for a train to arrive at a platform that no longer works.
In the end — the real world can’t make me smile.
Let me forever search for you in the lies we created.
