Dayreaming

Here I lay with pen in hand,not really it's a keyboard starring at a blank piece of paper, ok a screen tying to put into words my emotions of the moment.Like the song by Pink Floyd I'm comfortably numb.Like the three monkeys I see,speak or know nothing.

I refuse to let my brain drift off to that place where my deepest thoughts are.It's a place I try avoiding but at times it gives me great pleasure going there.There I can change the outcome of a situation.Mold it to my own liking,the ending will be as I wanted not as it really happened.

I think that is called daydreaming.