My World

I have things to say, but I have trained myself so well to keep it in,
that I can only let a little out at a time. It is sad, isn't it. Well,
it is the world I know. We have a beautiful love/hate relationship that
has lasted for years. The only change that can be done to my world has
to be slow and subtle. A few surprises can slip in, but I wouldn't
allow drastic changes. When I speak of changes, I mean, changes that I can
make, things I can control. Shall I describe my world. Well the main
room is my bedroom, where I do most of my reflecting. Then when you
step out of the door, and walk down a corridor full of my memories, sad and
happy, leads to a big beautiful garden. This garden is my favourite
place. It is full of tall trees, that blocks just the right amount of
sun. You can walk about if you want. When you walk down the stone path
in the garden, it will fork into two paths. The left path where the
stones are a peridot shade, where on the leaves of the plants you will
see my dreams, it leads to a wondrous waterfall. The right path where
the stones are carnary shade, where the pink flowers shows my hopes,
leads to a desk where most of my thoughts are made. But in the lake
where, that beautiful waterfall falls, reflects all my fears. This is
my world. As quiet as can be, as colourful as can be. As the wind blows,
you can hear my favourite songs traveling through the garden.