I live inside my Mind. And that doesn’t bother me. At all. I don’t care what others think of me. Because I am always thinking. Not of them of course.
I live inside a world that treats me well. One that knows me well enough. One that appreciates my capabilities. And one that doesn’t ask me ‘Why’.
I live in a world that I was the architect of. I live between walls I’ve build well. I live between scenes I’ve once written. And watched. All over again.
In my world, the sun never sets. It is always winter. The warm beautiful winter I’ve always lived.
In my world there are no people. Only rabbits and butterflies. They come in all colors as I once drew as a child.
In my world I can dance. I wear a pink dress.
In my world I’m always tanned. And I’m never shy to lie down on the floor.
In my world I’m never angry.
In my world there are no tears. No Technology.
Only grass and rosy bushes.
In my world. In my mind.
(Image from Google Images.)