There was little to say. A morning so fresh and crisp, the grass was covered by light fog. If you breathed it in deeply, you may find yourself lost in a train of thought. It was just like any day, and I don't know what to do.
I was back here, in my little dream world. The place I created solely for my mind to release all thoughts bottled up. I was sitting beneath those pink and purple trees, looking up at their delicacy with a soft sigh. Oh, how I longed to think of something new to do.
In my real state of mind, I had emotions. One for a boy I was falling for, who's eyes sparkled as he talked about the things he liked. The emotion was getting stronger the more I was with him, and it hurt me to think I was getting to far and deep.
One emotion was for my family. Their minds could never understand why I preferred my fantasy world, my "safe bubble" over the cruelty they tried to bare me to. It's an easy guess, though, why I would prefer the things I like over reality.
Another was for my dear friends who rely on me to be well. I can't blame them, though, as I put it upon myself to be the stable friend they can't on. I wanted it to be that way forever, but I couldn't do it with a human heart, so I made this world.
The more recent ones were of my future. My schooling, my career, my own family that I was to build to satisfy my hopes and dreams. Things that in my dreams, I already had or achieved. With that anticipation in the real world, I'm putting myself in a pit and I'm not moving.
In the real world, I have strong emotions that can be painful. But here, I only allow so much of those feelings before moving on to another. In here, where I create the life I live, I can cry for as long as I want before being able to freely feel fine later. In here, I am hiding from those things I fear. While in real life, I use this place as my escape.
I write this in my journal, too. To convey my thoughts through that to keep and look back to. I considered posting it for others to see, to feel and imagine a world of their own. To feel comfort that they aren't alone.
However I didn't think I would ever fear this powerful dream world would have its own demons.
It began when I heard my name being called so gently in the wind.
"Mariah."
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Fantasy World
Fantasy"If a heart is put out in the world the mind created, what would happen to it? This is not a story for most. It will confuse some, even make them turn away. But if you continue to read, then do it in peace. Because a magical kindom awaits, for your...
