I was walking in a world of my own creation.
Restless and apprehensive.
I was dancing in a world of my own creation.
The moon glittering amongst stars that fell, igniting the sky in bright burst of color.
I could taste . . . the rain cascading from the sky like tiny ballerinas, each droplet a pristinely crafted tear–laughing as they hung from buildings–teasing one another as they fell, landing amongst the earth as one.
I was laughing in a world of my own creation.
No pain could catch me here.
I raced . . . Siberian Tigers, their ice white fur sprinkled with black, as graceful as the night that surrounded me, tight arms grabbing me in its embrace.
I could feel . . . the wind. It’s translucent fingers asking me to dance. And I accepted, twirling through the air like an eagle, arms extended towards the now rising sun.
Birds squawked, their once callous voices becoming harmonious chords that wrapped me in song.
Flowers–as bright as the sun itself–bloomed in my view and I bent down, breathing in the scents of home.
I was living in a world of my own creation.
Free of the ruthless looks and incredulous stares at my individualistic behavior.
Free of the strict rules and insensitive words.
Finally free . . .
In the world I had created.
Written and Owned by: Jae Lei Nyght