Inner Thoughts

My room, the secrets I share with these walls.

My bed carries my dreams, my hidden thoughts, and deeds.
This is where I keep everything I need, everything important.

My garden, it used to be my pool.
Memories of my childhood flash as I walk along the grass-covered ground. Happier times when my cousins and I went swimming to cool off from the summer heat. Now buried underneath the soil, covered in grass. It lives only in my memories.

My house, my refuge from a real world that seeks to constantly put me under. It is alive, it changes as years go by but underneath it is still the same house. Its identity, its soul is the continuity upon which my family’s foundations are built on. Even after we’ve all gone it will always be here.

The streets, like life turning in different directions. Going to and from, opening endless possibilities. The choices that define us, all of great importance or insignificance. What road we choose, and how we go about our journey reflects on who we are and where we are destined to be.

The park, from time to time I come here to reflect to think about where my life has gone. Like my house this place helps me escape from the world. It is in the peaceful silence of nature I find my inspiration. It is here my ideas start to flow, like water.