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My internal world.
I wrote this a couple of years ago after coming out of a mild depression and starting to really think about my life, I was more then a little dissatisfied and was beginning to wonder if it was all really worth it.
Where I was heading and where I wanted to be, I did not really know, all I did know was that reality didn't appear to be very kind to me at the time.
I was starting to see myself and the world in a different light and I had to look within myself and find an inner strength, before I felt comfortable again with the world as I knew it.
My internal world.
In my internal world everything works, I live a life I fear will elude me in the real world.
I can live vicariously in a perfect place.
I am owner of my own destiny, I can chose a life of immortal bliss.
In that magical capacity, time is irrelevant and matter is of no purpose or importance.
It is I as I wish to be, me at my optimal best.
The doors of opportunity are never locked. I am not denied the validity of my potential.
There my voice is not only heard but valued. My point not only valid but respected.
I am always happy and always approved of in my internal world.
I am free from restraint and restriction because it is imaginary, incomparable and ideal.
I am not imprisoned by any stereotype, by gender, by creed or by circumstance.
Through the eyes of my internal world I am special, complete and perfect, just the way I am.
I am not in need of greater knowledge, more possessions or aesthetic improvements.
In my internal world life is fair, just and right.
I can manipulate forces that would be otherwise out of my control.
I can be fire and flame, liquid and translucent.
I can be so immense that I fill the entire universe with my being or so minute I am smaller then an atom.
I can be everything and all or nothing, in my internal world.