Your Own Personal Paradise

by, Cassandra

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Now that you're here, why don't you take off your coat, pull up a seat, and stay for awhile? It's not so bad. I mean, once you get used to that ringing in your ears, and the colors dancing before your eyes, it could even become your own personal paradise.

Count each breath as another moment you made it through this life. Take it as a sign. You're still alive, so don't let your dreams die. You need them to survive. You're eyes started to become jaded, but don't worry; I'm pretty sure you got here just in time.

Here, in the dark, where no prying eyes can see, you can dance so careless and free. You don't have to be ashamed of what you feel or what you think. It's called freedom of expression, darlin', and it's never looked this good.

Scream out your tears, because crying is for the strong. Weakness isn't weakness in this wonderland of words. We're free to be whoever we want to be, so don't hide behind those fears anymore. Trust in your heart and spread your wings.

Soar through the clouds of once-upon-a-time, and soak in the view through the eyes of a child. It's breathtakingly beautiful, isn't it? Nothing is impossible. Nothing is inconceivable. And here, repetition is all the rage.

Once you get used to the ringing in your ears, you'll be able to hear what the Wind is singing. She sings of a love that swept her off her feet, and left her floating forever in the embrace of a lover. She sings of the feeling dwelling in your soul. It's restless and reckless, but it's yours and it's real.

Once you learn to look past the colors dancing before your eyes, you'll see the beauty in the broken, and the pleasure in the pain. You'll learn to love the dark, for only in the dark can you appreciate the light. You'll learn to love the war, for only then you can you be grateful for the peace. Live and learn, you know.

Believe me, give it some time, and before long, you'll never want to leave. You'll never be able to tear yourself away from the allure of this fantasy world. You'll never be able to look at written words the same again. The other life you knew will slowly disappear; shrouded in mist, and only a dream to you.

So, now that you're here, why don't you take off your coat, pull up a seat, and stay for awhile? It's not so bad. I mean, once you get used to that ringing in your ears, and the colors dancing before your eyes, it could even become your own personal paradise.

I know it became mine.