There is a world much like this one.

A world I couldn't live without.

One where everything is right for me.

One crafted so carefully.

It started as an empty book.

So shy I would hide its look.

But as time past, with faces it filled

And figures dancing ,to their own tune.

This world fit right within my bag

Along with pens and the markers i had.

This world was mine were i could place

objects, people, any place.

Treasuring it, my sweet sketchbook.