- Books, Literature, and Writing
My mind, my world, my playgrounds.
The world around me is strange and amusing, it's awfully bewildering, yes quite confusing.
I look, I laugh, I smile, I stare...and all the while I go nowhere.
A bubble surrounds my head like a sinking cloud but sometimes I feel it may burst out loud. It might diffuse throughout this world so strange, maybe it might turn to rain.
To rain, to rain down on this world, to amuse and confuse the people that surround. They may laugh or cry or talk out loud, it might even add something to their cloud!
Is this how the world turns round?