There is a place deep within my skull, hidden behind a shroud of darkness and covered in sharp thorns, called my own world where I escape to Fantasy and Sanity. It is a place where the flowers are made of paper and the clouds are purple as the sun is set in an eternity of twilight time.
But the only thing missing, is my own soul and body.
Although my world is my own, my soul and body are not welcome into that wonderful place that I call my true home away from all the stress that the world presses onto my small shoulders. To my world, this empty shell that I use as a body is a poison that will seep into the crisp ground and soak up the life that dwells in the trees and the animals. It is like a drought that goes through the land and causes all the water to dry up and depleat quickly and swiftly. And my soul is like the darkest cloud of death that swallows the setting sun and sets my world into a state of panic and distress.
xxxPapura-Chan · Sun Dec 07, 2008 @ 01:03am · 0 Comments |