It’s a world I like to call The Void.

By default it lies in darkness,

endless inky nothing,

miles and miles of it.

I see things there.

Things I create, things that followed me here.

Some are not mine.

But they are not important.

This is my world.

I can feel the world of others,

I’m an empath, some might say

Beyond my own lands, lies an ocean

of deep crystal cerulean.

Near the edge of my world,

a silvery beach sparkles

in moonlight to the west and south

and golden orbs lie shimmering

in the cover of the sunset in the east and north.

It’s reverse, I know, but that’s the way it is.

Inland, away from the sands,

is a maze of glass and neon,

artificial light and life.

The glass, when opaque,

is usually light tinted blue or white.

The lights, always, are pink and yellow.

Always, except for The Path.

The Path lies to the northeast,

perfectly even between sun and moon,

between light and dark.

The light turns red here.

Or it does not work at all.

Only part of The Path is left in color.

The greyscale is unknown.

It is a place of memories.

The greyscale used to be fear.

Perhaps it still is.

The red was what I previously

thought might have been memories.

But the visions that lived there before

appear to rest in the colorless realm instead.

I suppose I could call the new red

possibility.

As I said, I am called an empath.

I also tend to hold to the belief

that I possess some amount of psychic ability.

I think everyone does.

But this is where mine lives.

The visions that appear here now

are of the uncertain future that lies ahead.

They show the things I want,

the futures I might have,

if I work to attain them.

I do not like to visit the Path

as often as I might think I would care to.

It is a place that can easily be filled with lies.

So I venture out

into the Void,

the shared space of the universe.

From the north western shore, I can visit my sister.

From the south western shore, I can visit my brother.

Or I can explore the darkness beyond the places I know.

I spread my wings

and fly into the unknown.

One love I felt from ages young

one love to one boy alone

one song that would remain unsung

one secret never known

one heart torn between two parts

friendship and romance

a friend reaching for my love's heart

so my heart would never dance

though my love lasted years before

her love for him was fair

I could not ever ask for more

for I would never dare

The boy I loved, and still love,

loved another; that was the first

But though it was my first heartbreak

it was far from the worst

for my true love lies in my dreams

dreams that never came true

having dreams that would never be real

is the greatest heartbreak I ever knew

Picture............... Clouds and spaces of endless ends....... a place where worlds collide and atmospheres interact. Superheros and fairies are of the norm yet the purity of BRAND NEW never seems to ellude us daily. I place where minds render together to form platforms of unimaginable strength and where we allow only but the best from ourselves and one another.

Trees tend to speak as in languages of the unknown and where oceans take flight in space yet only to realize the control we gained on perception. We long to journey the endless. Are breaths are as different as our personalities but yet united we have chose without fault. We eat but for maintenance ensuring the preparation of endless exploration through what seems to be oursleves. I touch moutains but never physical and explore tombs of unknown origins...... access to dimensions of incredible mystery. I will never know but I do.

How to see, but only through...... because only from.......... there is where I want to be......................