He lives in a town,
Made of paper.
A few blank pages,
Here and there.
His thoughts written all over,
His heart pouring out color,
And his mind tracing it all.
...but
No one can see it.
No one can feel it.
Because no one can come in.
For he is afraid,
That once someone enters,
They will erase what's within.
So he keeps inside the pages.
Where he is safe.
His little town of paper,
That he lives in.