My Escape.

I constantly find myself fleeing from the polluted and chaotic domain known as the Real World, to a place in my mind where fiction and fantasy thrive and feed into a forest of imagination. A world where a forbidden love between a General and a Spy flourish to satisfy my insatiable lust for creativity. A river flows through my world, a river where the blood of vampires flows from their kings whom has struck down his own kind to protect and serve the woman he has come to love, as he watched her grow from a child. The same river where a majestic pack of Lycans drink their water as they live their day to day lives, protecting the ones they have come to love dearly, and learn that life isn't always fair. Music feeds my imagination is ways that only the Gods could understand, where my Muses play on the strings of fate, plucking away a tune that only I can dance too. The rhythm of my heart beats through out my body moving my soul in ways that never seemed possible. Love and Lust, Hate and Greed swirl about the moon in mystic waves of hypnosis, drawing in the heart of the simple woman who looks upon it in tides of yearning. The flight of a bird sets in motion the feeling of want, a want to run free with the horses of temptation, to beat hooves of emotion into mother earth herself. Where climbing a mountain is a task that only the bravest of beings may make it else succumb to the battle of the elements in a bloody fight to the end. The simplest tasks invoke creativity where folding laundry becomes a brawl to the death with a pirate capture.
My world is where I can transform myself into anything my heart desires. A spell weaver with a habit to cast the wrong spell. A simple drive in the car will turn me into the worlds most wanted criminal, fleeing for her life from the suffocating fist of the government she lives in, to find the man that she loves, who was captured.

But then again this is just my mind, my internal world of emotion where I can crawl into at night and play myself to sleep.

And when the urge to dance to the rhythm of fate beats to the temple of my pulse, I'll give into the urge and dance, because life, is short. And although mistakes are made through out life they are made for a reason, because without those mistakes we wouldn't be who we are today.