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.

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.