Mystic space
There is a space in time that is found only in the mind. A private world that is viewed through eyes of judgment. A taste of fantasy, touched by reality. Imagine an abyss that only you control. Everything we see, hear, smell, taste and feel never escapes this world. What we perceive to be reality is sometimes replaced with fantasy. Fools we are to see only what we want to see, reality lies in the mist. Like a shadow waiting to devour all that we are. Wake up! Possibilities are yours for the taking. Why do we not surrender to the inner voice that screams within? A fraction of paralysis tightens like a vice for our fears are heavy burdens around our throats. How we fail our potential. In this private world there is no failure, there is no fear, there is no one! Who am I really?