Imaginary world

     All alone with not a soul around, what a nice thought.  Funny, I think that being alone means having no one around, but that is not the case. I can be alone without being alone, quite easily I should say. No matter how alone I've ever been, I never knew how alone I could truely be.  I used to have an imaginary place that I created out of loneliness when I was a child that gave me the chance of actually having a social life and having friends.  Children will create imaginary friends just to have someone around 24/7, but I created them because no one would be my friends and I wasn't allowed to see my family. 

     The place I created had so many friends that I loved so very much and cared for as if they were real.  In fact, they were very real to me as real as anyone and myself.  I needed no one else after I created them.  Then one day that world was destroyed and it was not my hand that destroyed it. 

     I tried my hardest not to allow anyone from an outside source come too close to my world, but no matter how hard I tried, someone got in and wiped it clean.  Burning all the creatures, scortching the inhabitants and leaving me to the ruins.  The world that I created to have solitude was erased in only 2 seconds, unwillingly. 

     The saddest part of this story is: I had one who died slowly with so much pain.  His name is Ronzo, my most favorited friend out of them all.  He could move continents without lifting a finger, make the sun do whatever he willed, and make anyone laugh no matter how upset they were.  No one ever knew, not even I, that the world was he and he the world.