My Favourite Place

Photo Taken in Kiev, Ukraine whilst walking up a very big hill.

Poem:

People don’t live here, only monsters. Yours, mine, theirs, hers and even his; lurking as they do, they find only purpose. Unlike in the world you know.

Yes very different, the floors are purple with a frozen blue crackling through the middle as it often does. The people are my creation, dark and twisted like the pits of this domain.

Uncharted and foreign to what you're accustom too, this place lays buried in the mountains of my pillows and under the shield that is my blanket. Only at night do I go here, but sometimes I take naps to see it in the day. This world of chaos and variation, not so limited like the controlled world I am forced to be in.

Within this place, objects and people are not judged on their color, shape or who they are. In my dream world, everything is accepted in its entirety. Because it exists, in my dream world, if something exists, it is allowed to exist and that reason is enough.

My dream world is the balance, between both external and internal chaos.

It is what holds my monsters at bay and it is most likely what holds yours too.

I have traveled the world, I have seen the Temple of Petra, I have walked the Wall of China and I have skied down the tallest and most beautiful of French mountains.

Yet, never have I found a place more soothing, loving and welcoming as my own thoughts. When I sleep I don’t just dream, I enter a world of thoughts, my own thoughts.

P.S. I have not posted in about 20 days, over the time I have received 31 followers? Steemit is always such an interesting platform. (: