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.
