I am from the room, of lost forgotten toys thier colors and smiles faded from my eyes veiw.
I am from the wavering path of sanity, where reality and sureality clash with one another, I'm forever stuck in the middle.
I am from the limbo between this world and my dreams, weightless, never wanting to wake.
What will become of me?
I am from the world that says "So?" the to impossibles, the nevers and the not gonna happens.
I am from the books, that actually have the answers to the "what if?" questions.
I am from the notebook, filled with pointless doodles to my ideas that are easily forgotten, but entertain those who chose to look.
I am from the music, I hear everywhere, whether it's from my iPod, in my head or my friends attempt at singing.
I am from the painting of my family on the wall. That one moment captured, suspended in time, when we were all happy and nothing else seemed to matter.
B4S_music_chica^_^ Community Member 
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