I imagine myself swelling with happiness and content and just being able to create a world in front of my own two eyes. I can do anything I want and nothing can stop me. My heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest and yet, I don't seem to care. Whenever I feel like I'm at my highest, I feel like I'm soaring and I never want to stop. It's another place where I feel like I belong. Our lives are full of ups and downs, but mine is just barely beginning. Reality is close to me, but my own world is closer.
Location: In a world of my own
Feeling:
content
Listening to: Your Hands Are Cold - Jean-Yvues Thibaudet (Pride and Prejudice OST)
Fly through
