A WORLD OF FANTASY

I hear the music in my head, and fantasize about words and what they have to say to me.  They play their songs, and I listen. This is their beginning, the beginning of my writing these words and thoughts to you.  It does appear, logically, as though we think fantasy is not reality - the rabbit hole of Alice’s was colored with characters.  Be prepared, this world of mine could change you, turning my fantasy into your vulnerable reality.

It doesn’t just begin and end with the written word; it has and is a voice, loud and clear.  We all have that voice, but the question is, do we want others to hear it?  It certainly takes more than wanting, you have to need it.  Are we lucky when we find our voice, or does it become a curse when people can’t hear it, or when we try to out shout another voice not our own?

To fully understand the mechanics, or this fantasy world of words, are we first to say that it just happens out of nowhere?  And these things that prompt a person to write, are they more than just feelings inside?  I say yes, because these feelings were meant to exist, to become a challenge to live by, challenging the language by structuring those words around all of the experiences that make up the person we have developed into this day.  As we evolve, we progress not just in mind, but in body and spirit, the spirit becomes the soul.

Fantasy is a word, a word I choose to use to describe that altered state of thinking.  What happens in that thinking process, within the mind? Where do we go when the mind hits a thousand walls, reverberating into a million thoughts?  It’s truly a mystery when I find myself within those rooms for the first time.  I see mirrors, I hear echoes, and I’m shown who I am from these reflections.  The walls talk to me, they show me direction, and they speak to me in a language only meant for me to understand. 

Is it all a dreamscape, where words form into an escape route, becoming a world apart from everyone else?  I want to get my words to a point where you can actually hear the walls that are speaking to me.  I want you to understand their language, which has become mine, and soon yours.

So in saying this, I’ve reached a point in my life where actions are apparently speaking louder than words.  I’m going to try and show you the inside of my mind, and in saying this, I will be giving you a part of me, of who I am.  Words are a vulnerable part of who we are.  The soul of a writer becomes a fragile being, with the opening of the heart, exposing it to be seen.

You shall have a guided tour into this mind of mine.  It will be a tricky place for you to navigate, because upon entering you may not be able to come through it, to the other side, without feeling something magical in this process.  An altered state:  you could find yourself caught up within a world so strange, you’ll be upside down and backwards.  So consider yourself warned.