Just some thoughts 2

I lay there as if my body is in a dream and my mind, blank. In my mind i draw a picture of all the things that linger in the back of my mind, the way i see my inerself. A velvet black backdrop with a tecknicolored path that lead's into the distance. At the end of that long path is a Heart of glass, brightly colored and oh so frail. Wrapped around this delicate heart so very carfully was three strands of barbed wire, dark and cold. The heart gave off a magnificent shine of white light that radiated from its center. The path that lead's to this delaket heart is worn down yet brightly colored, old and patched from being walked on and beaten down over this long journey we call life. Rising from the sides of this path are speratic shapes and colors, forming unknown shapes, beautiful creations of the mind. The colors come together as one, creating a magnificent image. One that can be precived as many different things, gateways of oportunitty, creations of a higher power, or simply this thing we call life. Music plays, softly flowing from every direction, the kind of music that makes you think harder and look deaper into yourself, exsploring the places in your heart that were hidden, not just from the harsh world around you but also from yourself. This music makes you conctious of not only the world around you but the world inside you. Being in this place gives you a feeling of security and serenity. In this place you are not a prisoner, you can feel safe stepping from this path and into the vast unknown world around you. You are'nt afreaid to explore this world ferther then just what can be seen with the naked eye. You felt happy being there even with the black towering over you, you were not intimidated. The black gave you this sence of warmth wrapped around you like a blanket. Memories lingered in the air like snapshots of the past. With words of wisdom to tell there story, stories of forgivingness and peace. The fregnence was prodominent but never overbearing. It was the scent of fresh rain on a spring morning, riding the world of its evil, making room for the pure. This scent was your own, making you feel at eas, like you were ment to be there. The outer shell of this unknown world was intimidating and tuff. This was the defence system of the gental world filled with laughter and happieness. To overcome this intimidating shell you need courage, internal strength, and determination. Once you have over come that tuff barrer there is a sence of occomplishment and that wounderfull world that could cheer up the sadest of creatures, putting a smile in every heart. That is what i see when i look deapper into my heart, into my mind. The path to my heart has been tatored and torn but repared along the way, it is a ruff path abused by so many in the past but was overcome by happieness, giving me strength for the future. My inerworld is a happy one in wich i wish everyone could see and enjoy, but some people can't get past that intimidating shell ,wether it's there own or mine, to see the wounderfullness inside. This shell, my guard has been tuffend over the years by evil and hurt from others. Others who didnt have the abillity to look deep enough into themselves and find good, find strength would take mine. The things they said, the looks they gave, it made them feel big, it made them feel strong. Robing me of my strength in turn. But in the end it has only made me stronger in areas. My past has made me a bit fearfull to let down my guard, fearfull to open up and thrive on who I am, and who I have become.