When I close my eyes, I imagine this world. I imagine this world where only I can live. Where everything is perfect, and nothing hurts me. This world is not run on politics, not run on industry, not run on fuel such as electricity and gas.
This world; that I have created, that is my own creations, is run on music. Run on sound. Sounds you dream of. Sounds of love, sounds of hope, sounds of a new world. A world I dream of. This world; where I hear what I want to, and I see the most amazing things.
I see sunsets; blending the sky in the most beautiful shades of golden yellow, burning ambers and baby pinks. I see a sky full of crystal like shining stars; even in a city full of harsh blaring lights. And in the middle of this beautiful sky; is the moon. Spreading luna rays of silvery blue glowing light over everything it can touch.
In this world, I can not be hurt.
Everything is how I want to picture it, everything that I would see this perfect world as. In this world, I am alone; for even if I want to share it with you; I cannot.
Everything is how I interpret, how I see it. I cannot share.
Like a child with their favourite toy. I can not simply hand it to you and expect you to see the value in it I do. Only I can see how special and magical this place I create is. It is a bitter-sweet truth; but it is true.
I wish I could say sorry. Sorry that I cannot share my hopes, dreams and wonders that created this world for me. But I am not sorry, nor can I ever be.
However, there is a way to share this feeling; and that, my friend, is to create a world for yourself. This perfect image of your dreamland, your wonderland. Maybe our paths can cross, if you imagine me there as I imagine you in mine. Yet; this world has only a limit of time I can spend in it.
These sacred moments of solitude.
So rare, so precious...
But that is what makes them so special.