How pathetic must it be to always run away from reality and hide in your own fantasies born by a vivid imagination. There's a line, if you cross it - you're doomed. The moment your dreams become more important to you than your real life, you can't come back anymore. This fantasy is a healing paradise for your soul yet it's killing you slowly without you noticing. Even if you are aware of it, you won't ever be able to close these gates to other worlds in your mind and come back.