The World I Knew

The world I knew is very different from the real world. But I grew in it. I lived in it. And it seemed very real to me. No - it was real to me.

The world I knew is true. It was as honest as it could be. But it wasn't the real world. And from being the world I know, it slowly became the world I knew. And it wasn't easy. It wasn't fair.

The world I knew could be the world someone else knows right now. And I want to pat him on the back, and hope the impact will echo until the day comes he realizes how his truths are but proud lies lying. And may he be reminded of it, whenever he would feel betrayed.

The world I knew is my solace. And I know wherever I may be, I would always find in it my peace, and the most wondrous memories I would ever have.

The world I knew is a world that's getting smaller day by day. I know I will wake up one day, and I no longer live in it. Rather, it in me. It may shrink further but it will never vanish. It will never disappear. It will stay in me forever, as how I thought, several times in my life, that I would in it.