a silent world

I may not have my own house, but I have my own world. To be there is the happiest part of my day. Everything in it glows brighter than stars at night. There is no sorrow, no sadness, no anger It will gives comfort you need—without begging for it. I can have all the peace I want. But... My world only exists when my eyes start to see nothing, When the birds stop chirping, when the sun begins to hide, and the night turns silent.