My Dream World
People are cruel, that is my thought of the day . Yes they play with your mind and your emotions, build you up and bring you down. I say the whole world should just go POOF and i can just sit there and sleeep, and never wake up. Just dream and dream, the people in my dreams are so much more friendly. I don't know who to believe and frankly I'm sick of caring. Im to much of a wimp to ask, it would just mess things up. Its none of my buisness. Ha how easy lies work. No one has to see the real me, no one wants to see the real me, no one can see the real me. The real me isnt here. Im of in a different woirld. A happy world. A world where emotions can fly free like birds. A world thats always nice and warm, never too cold and never too hot. A world where the sun sets and rises three times a day just so we can experience the beauty of sunrise and sunset over and over again. And the warm summer rains would rain liquid diamonds and the ruiveres would overflow and cascade in waterfalls scattering over the leaves of trees like pearls. A world where clouds smelled of lavender and birds sang songs of lullebye and peace. And when night would finnally fall the moon would always be full and the sky would we littered with faerie dust. And the lone wolf would sing his beautiful tune and it would echo accross the mountain tops one wolf joining in at a time unti l they became a chorus of melody and the northern lights would kiss the midnight blue sky. candles would appear on on the placid lakes, the glowing orbs of soft fire illuminating the night and would make shaddow puppets from the trees. Music would play and we would dance dance dance untul we could dance no more aroud firelfy faeries that leave streaks of light in the air, scattering their magical dust with every flutter of the wing. When day breaks a huge blue dragon would pull the curtain of night away and the sun that had been stagnent beyond the horizen would rise in a golden orb and two red dragons would circle it and light the sky with their crimson bursts of breaths of fire.
*sigh* yes thats only a small window into my world, into my mind. Into the world i created to forget this one and with every hurt with every pain another flower will spring up in my world and i will fall deeper into my ignorant bliss. Solitude, heartbreak, Isolation. these words are not allowed in my world they ar only whispers of the old and nothing more. Im not crazy im not out of my mind I just perfer fantasy than reality . So go ahead and say its not real. But it is to me. I can taste the sweet fruit, I can smell the lavender, I can see the shimmering waterdroplets. I can feel the silky petals of a rose, I can hear the melodies of the birds that never stop in their song, each note diffrent from the next. Its not heaven its better, its world of my own, my escape, my tourniquet, my savior.
yes this world does exist. because I believe and I imajine. And imagining is believeing and believeing is seeing therfor it does exist. Maybe not to you but it does to me. Who knows I may invite you and then you can see what I see. Taste what I taste and hera what I hear. Until then. Nvere stop believing. It is better to be nice than right.
*sigh* yes thats only a small window into my world, into my mind. Into the world i created to forget this one and with every hurt with every pain another flower will spring up in my world and i will fall deeper into my ignorant bliss. Solitude, heartbreak, Isolation. these words are not allowed in my world they ar only whispers of the old and nothing more. Im not crazy im not out of my mind I just perfer fantasy than reality . So go ahead and say its not real. But it is to me. I can taste the sweet fruit, I can smell the lavender, I can see the shimmering waterdroplets. I can feel the silky petals of a rose, I can hear the melodies of the birds that never stop in their song, each note diffrent from the next. Its not heaven its better, its world of my own, my escape, my tourniquet, my savior.
yes this world does exist. because I believe and I imajine. And imagining is believeing and believeing is seeing therfor it does exist. Maybe not to you but it does to me. Who knows I may invite you and then you can see what I see. Taste what I taste and hera what I hear. Until then. Nvere stop believing. It is better to be nice than right.