I love the world of my dreams,
a surreal landscape of misty rolling hills,
sparsely populated, colors and scenes
so perfectly quaint, traditional, peaceful..
The people I meet there and the adventures
I have are often seeded by the allegedly 'real' world
and sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but the
best times are those when I am alone, wandering
free, experiencing each color and temperature and
eyeful without the cluttering, limiting filters of
other's perceptions. I am never lonely here.
I am where I want to be.
(Posted for Theme Thursday, "Country", 7/21/11)