I'll start now, with this,
a world made from my dreams.
Look, a world from haiku.

I can make a life,
one made totally from my head.
It exists perfect.

I can dream whatever,
it's only utopia.
I will it to life.

I want it to be,
therefore it is in total.
A place made of me.

It is in english,
made of just fives and sevens.
Most call it haikus.

But for me it's not,
it's more than just letters.
This is my own home.

Written: Mon Jul 25 2016