Have you ever heard a song and taken the time to realize how gorgeous it is.

The lyrics take you to a different world, the music is absolutely beautiful, and the one singing it sounds like an angel.

You picture a thick forest, there's a thin layer of mist covering the ground, the sun speckles the undergrowth, and there are many levels of ground that you can explore. It starts raining. Every time a drop of water hits the leafy floor a new plant grows. It's night now. The giant moon illuminates the woods magically and the Beautiful Things come out. Non-hostile animals start to roam, fly, and prance around in the moonlight. The leafy canopy opens up and reveals the clearest sky you ever seen, stars speckle every corner of the sky and the northern lights seem so close you can feel it brushing your cheek. You consider falling out of reality and into the never ending sky. You consider running off into the forest, forever embracing the absolute majesty of the world and everything in it. You consider everything. Everything you could do to have an everlasting grasp on this place, the place you belong. Everything that could happen if you just never stopped running through the mist and trees. Everything possible emotion you could feel just sitting there until the end of time. You decide that you are going to sit there, forever gazing upon the beauty of the earth and sky. So you sit.

You open your eyes. You weren't actually there. You were just in your bed, at 1:00AM listening to your playlist. The forest, the mist, the sky, the animals, the falling. It was all either a dream or an illusion. It was never a real place, just a corner in your conscience that was hiding, hiding your place to dream. You still visit every now and then, but can never stay for long. That song you played is the closest you can ever come to being fully in that perfect place. You are content though, content to even remember that place, that beautiful, wonderful, perfect place.

This is based off of a real experience I had, I was listening to a song (Runaway by AURORA) and found myself in that place you just read. There are other places I've been to, including a secret park, and a shimmering field. That got me thinking, if this is my simple imagination, imagine how much imagination famous authors, artists, and directors have. Then I thought, "That could be me someday, I could share this experience with others." So that's how I got interested in becoming an author, sharing my stories with other people suddenly seemed like a wonderful thing.

Anyway, I hope I made this detailed enough and that you enjoyed it. It took twenty minutes to write down so... Yeah. lol! Tell me what you think!! (Admins are allowed to say their opinion as well. )

 

Imagination is a marvelous thing. It can relieve stress, lead to invention, and so much more.

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