Man this stuff is actually making me feel better. Takes me back to a time when I was younger, sitting with my mom in her art studio, watching her paint- listening to whatever she was playing while I just lay on the floor lost in my imagination, giggling to myself in ecstasy. Seeing beautiful cities of light in my mind, seeing groves filled with trees entwined canopy, with stars hanging from the branches lighting up the darkness in all the right ways. Seeing valleys covered in snow, with a single brass dome in the center illuminated from within- emitting such warmth. I remember the adventures Id go on in my minds eye. I remember being able to feel the snow on my skin- but it wasnt cold to the touch. Ive always had a vivid imagination, Ive dreamt of worlds a thousand times over. Worlds so vibrant and unreal- mere words couldnt begin to express their beauty and wonder. And somehow, I forgot about these places, these safe havens of my creation that exist a simple thought away. I dont know why I let go of these things- perhaps I heard that it was childish too often. I dont know- but what I do know is that I am and will always be a dreamer, and it is by being a dreamer that Ill find my salvation, my solitude, my spirit. There is no pain too great that I cant escape to any one of these places Ive created. Ive found myself again, on that floor, so long ago- laughing as a child. Ive found my coping mechanism.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 18:19:31 +0000
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