Whispers of Fantasy

After a while, I found the time to pen my diary's tale,

Turning the pages, where just a few entries did prevail.

I paused upon one page, with thoughts to be unfurled,

And began to write, letting my emotions swirl.

As time went by, my weary mind sought some release,

Unleashing every beautiful feeling, finding inner peace.

Though life seemed less busy, without a job to bear,

My thoughts raced forward, and dreams hung in the air.

From home's scoldings, I'd often seek refuge in my mind,

In a fantasy world, where worries were left behind.

I'd play heart-touching songs, watch dramas I adored,

Savoring homemade meals, a moment to be floored.

Yet, my mind grew weary, juggling future and dreams,

University tasks and the unfulfilled schemes.

Each time my phone lit up, a glimpse of the unknown,

I felt free, as if in a world uniquely my own.

Avoid real-world clashes, messages were pushed aside,

Diving into fictional worlds, where I'd often hide.

Why does my diary hold such a beautiful fantasy?

Can you answer, without hurting, the mystery's key?

In whispers of my diary's pages, I explore,

The solace of fantasy is what my heart implores.

Seeking answers, gentle as a soft evening breeze,

In this cherished realm of dreams, my soul finds ease.