Parallel Palace

That space in your head,

Where you parade yourself in places lush with imagination

Manifested by many unfulfilled musings

Some buried so deep, like the strong roots of a mighty old tree

Some bubbling like hot lava, each bubble hissing to be heard

Some that have untraceable psychological history, that is just as old as you

Some hopelessly and mostly unattainable, just like the thought of sleeping on a fluffy cloud

Some entangled, like a ferociously growing creeper, twisted and sturdy

Mostly, all of which are better inside than out

Better tamed inside, never let loose on the outside

Better understood inside, never judged on the outside

Better expressed inside, never explained on the outside

Better felt on the inside, never forced on the outside

Better respected on the inside, never reacted on the outside

That space in your head,

Where you build a life on the inside that runs in parallel to the one on the outside

Where you cherry pick people, in and out of the imaginative fragments  

Where you maneuverer events to match the drama of an aurora sky

Where you celebrate sensitivity amidst sincere stupidity but minus the social sympathy

Where you shield secrets that are unpretentiously sacred simply because they are unshared,unheard

This ghost ship space in the head,

Is where, what was never mine in reality's retrospect, what is not mine in reality’s present, what would  never be mine in realistic future is hauntingly but unmistakeably, unselfishly, warmly and fuzzily mine

This mystic space in the head,

Is where calm is, love is, lust is, regret is, respect is, kindness is, forgiveness is, fear is, strength is, courage is, happiness is…where soul is.