Day 25- A place

There is a place,
it sits amongst the clouds.
In this place there is no pain.
There is no hate,
there is no cruelty.

It is a place crafted from the dreams and hopes
of this twenty something confused scared boy.

The meadow is empty in this place.
Surrounded by trees that seem to
reach for the very sky as if to grab, and
claim a piece of it as their own. As the
trees reach upward, the breeze seems to
whisper while the moonlight shines down
upon it all like a gazing sentry.

The rain continues to fall from the gray
clouds overhead, and as it falls it hits
the earth. The sound it makes resounds,
and almost sounds like music. The beat
made up of the millions of drops that
hit the ground.

In the middle of it all is a boy.
A boy who knows how far he will go one day,
a boy who has a record of all his mistakes,
a boy who created this place as a means to escape.

A place to go to where hes always safe,
A place to go to and store his dreams.
A place where he can be his true self,
and look back at the memories that
got him to where he is.

A place where he can be happy.