This is a thinker story. It can be taken literally or figuratively. I have more on this, but will only finish it if I get more reviews. does a sweeping bow Thank you, and enjoy. Try to figure out what it is I am speaking of! In review, of course...

A Mysterious Place

The water, that silvery water, that makes its captives stare into their souls, and examine who they are. It excites curiosity and wonder, but is impossible to explain or solve. At the foot of the waterfalls I hear the echoed roars reverberate in the empty air. These cliffs plunge from palisades. Fog and fright press upon the cliff. The streams trickled over everything as I thought of the merriment behind me. It seemed fitting that a forest would separate me from their festivities as the glittering moon played with the shadows on the cool rock. The sky seems an uprising sea looking up to its barely tangible reaches. Kneeled upon the edge of my cliff and my domain, I turn my eyes onto the pools overflowing from the falls enticing me below. Ah! To dive from this perch and feel suspended in air, in time, in space; and the sharp contrast of the frigid waters freeing my mind from its rigid state.

This is my solitude, my security, my serenity. It is my safe place. I go to the dazzling stars on the crystal night tingeing all its deepest, purest blue. I visit this place often; I come with my problems, though none come with me. I leave my problems and people as I traverse the foreboding forest, loosing them all at its green borders. They become confused and fearful, and barely stumble home. I return to them every time, but reluctantly so. Only thought pursues me successfully when I evade the rest. I can elude its detection, but for some reason unknown, I show it where I am. I do enjoy its company. Some say I overanalyze everything; I disagree. They assume too much. They always know I will come back; I need my restoration, and my miniature kingdom provides this. I stay me there as long as I please. They are entangled in the shrubbery even now. I will extract them later. Shouldn’t they know by this time it is futile to follow me? I have every rock and tree memorized; from the edge of the world to the edge of my precipice. I laud in my jungle to satiate my appetite for adventure; when I require breath and freedom, my thoughts and I return to the cliffs. This is my mystery, this is my escape.

My mystery is not my fear.