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The land of My Mind

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"Hello may we come in?" They asked.
"No," he said monotonously and shut the door.
"Well I guess we will go to the next house." She said to her helper.

He made sure he locked the door, with a step he turned around to see what was once a house. From wall to wall was filth, not food but little trinkets, things collect from his adventures. Have finished ideas and many more never started. In his mind nothing he saw was filth, in the back of his head he knew better. Things he held dear to him were on a shelf, the shelves were getting full. His walls were covered in things he held dear.  He was careful where he placed his steps, not wanting to break anything. No pictures of his family were anywhere to be seen, not on the walls or in the pile. His head hung low in depression, as he walked by childhood toys covered in dust. He stopped to pick up an old toy, it was small stuffed pig. He held it away from him to get a good look. With a gentle hand he wiped the dust from the pig. A tear arose and he wiped it away as well, he hugged the small toy and slowly set it on the windowsill making sure he faced it towards the view.

"There you go, now you can see what is going on outside," He said.
"Instead of seeing what is happening on the inside." He thought.

He made it to a place that holds good feelings for him. The fancy would have called it a study, he just knew it as where he would sit and let his mind wander. He would sit for hours letting his mind take him places that did not exist, or he would not go. While this was all happening he would write it all down, his adventures pouring out on the page. Sometimes hole stories, others short thoughts, even a few made sense. The room is covered in papers you cannot see the floor, everywhere else paper was stacked high on the desk, and book shelves. Not a single book was in the room, he was not much of a reader. Each paper was written on, none were spared of his pin.

A sigh of relief escaped his lungs, he closed his eyes as he stepped into the room. As his boot went to the floor grass started to grow. Trees sprouted and grew fast, a westerly wind started to pick up the aroma of flowers that begun to bloom. The desk became a mountain of breath taking beauty, a small river poured out of the window and cut across the room. The paper took flight creating small towns in the distance and dragons in the sky. the shelves took shape of wagons for the people, that were living out their lives in the land. When his step in the room was complete he opened his eyes, before him was the land of his mind, awaiting to take him on another adventure.
A little bit of truth is hidden in here.
I do not usually write about......
Some how it escaped this day.
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HuggedByABear's avatar
I absolutely loved this piece! It greatly shows the sentiments people have towards their memories or things from their past and the desire to create new ones. I relate to this a lot :) Very well written!! <3