Where no burden can strike itself upon me.
Where no one is near but my own thoughts haunting the air around me.
The vines of dreams can wrap themselves around my legs,
trapping me within my own world, holding me close, protecting my inner self.
I shed no tears of raindrops casting shadows upon the ground.
I breath no more poison found beneath me as I reach for dreams to take me away.
Where nothing matters but the stars that dance within my white world.
Where a constant high takes over me, enclosing me in a cage that I cannot escape from.
Flowers smell of sweetened sand, soft to prance along the fields of my body.
Protecting me against all pain is my Heaven, found in the moon.
High in loss of gravity, no oxygen to carress me.
Where I can close my eyes and not dream of your face looking in from a hidden window of lightening.
Where I can soundly think of clouds that fall around me, hiding my vision of butterflies curling on the ground, smuthered by my sunlight while looking in to save me.