“A good story must have at least some truth in it”, I’ve read.
When my world seems broken, I visit some friends from different novels
Escaping from reality
Off to the forest of my own, little dreamland
Ah, the sound of the breeze
Seems payapa, doesn’t it?
Life surely is tiring, but she never stops me from taking little breaks
Perhaps, it depends on how we treat her?
She was a gift from the only being I look up to, the One who created me, and my payapa.
Little tales. Little tales.
I walk with a lamp beneath my feet
Embraced by my fragrant payapa
My wonderland may not suit your interest, but it’s a good story because it’s true
I’m a good story because I’m true.
My little space is far away from the chaos
Where only crickets can make noise
Only if you promise to be payapa, I’ll let you come with me.