He was a dreamer. When the world failed him, he would retreat into the realm of imagination. Perpetually lost in reverie, he would construct magnificent castles in the air and fill them with the fragile contents of his heart and mind. He carved out massive hallways to store his thoughts. He erected large vaults to house his most cherished memories. He designed rooms that could withstand the volatility of his emotions.
Fantasy was what he wanted. Reality was what he got.
(via hidings)
He was a dreamer. When the world failed him, he would retreat into the realm of imagination. Perpetually lost in...