my world, my dreams, manifested

The wind blows softly through my hair, the breeze cool upon my face, the sun beats down, not hot, but embrasing my face with warmth and light. Nothing threatens, nothing retreats as I walk through the purple trees and dance among the rainbows of colorful leaves. In this world I have created time does not exist, miraculous things happen all around me. The stars are always shining, the moon and sun shine at the same time, everything lives in harmony with one another and the oceans come as quickly as they go. Sparkels cover every surface and glisten in the light of the moon and son. Lilys of every kind and some I've never seen, they look like skunks, all black and white line the all the paths along the way. There are feilds of daffodils as far as the eye can see, and these flowers are here in all seasons, they never die, only become reborn when they age. Rainbows encompass these fields and yes, if you follow one or two will land you at the pot of gold. To some this is a myth, to me it's reality. Todaisies are hanging from the trees, yes you read correctly, todaisies are the most beautiful flowers in my world. They are satin in texture and the color of moon pearls. When it rains and the water gets on these flowers the drops turn into blood and they seem to hold all the troubles of a universe that is not my own and that's why I call them todaisies, carpe deim, I never know when my fantasy will vanish and I will have to join the "reality" of my other existance once again, so while I am here I must make every minute count. This is the perfect paradise for me and I never want to leave this beautiful world I have created with the stroke of a key, the touch of my hand, and my imagination. Here all my dreams become my reality, and my reality exists only in my dreams.There is perfectness in everything that lives in my world. Lions lay down with the lambs, brothers don't fight brothers, molestation and murder are words of the past and have no meaning here. Those things do not exist. The only things that are certainly real and true are the emotions that make up this land, and what you can see and touch, and the spirits that inhabit the earth. There are many things in this place that I cannot explain, and shouldn't have to, after all, it is a manifestation of MY own illusions, dreams, fears, and hopes no one elses, so I owe it to no one but me an explination.The chipmunks are chattering nearby I stop to talk with them and they have much to say, I listen half heartedly today. I have much on my mind and they seem to sense it, one scurries to my hand and i hold him up to my nose, it's better to look in their eyes that way...you can understand universes of knowledge using chipmunks' eyes, that's right, they aren't only cute. This particular one is my favorite, I named him Nova, he and I just compliment each other. He is my best friend. He kisses my nose before I lower him and tells me all will be ok. The wind changes directions and so do I. Nova and I begin our long journey. Where we are going neither of us knows, how we will get there? we will follow our instincts, because wherever we are headed and whatever is there we will know only when the time is right. The only thing for certain, is that big things are going to happen. And we aren't about to miss it!