My Magical Place

Once in a while I enter into a magical place and then, and only then, am I allowed to dream wonderful things for my life. This is my truth. This is my place. This is my peace. Dreams don't come when I am in my daily routine, time limits me.

Time does not exist in my magical place. There I can create, colourful words, colourful yarns, beautiful patterns swirl in my mind begging to escape. This space is where I want to be.

Always.

Forever.

Lost in my own reverie of creativity, opening the door of mind, letting the ideas escape through my hands shaping the world around me.

Once in a while this happens. But for most of my days this is not my reality. How sad.

Tonight I will walk down this path once again. I will revel in the beauty of my space and allow its essence to inspire me. Tonight I will create.

Tomorrow?

We'll see.

K.