I travel a lot in my dreams,
sometimes to the world where nobody believes
in my past and those hurtful memories.
I feel free there, as no judgements are made,
I am who I wanted myself, with the pastel colours I create.
When I close my eyes I become all magic and mystic.
With a white horse, I go to places I’ve never been.
With the wand, I travel with someone more otherworldly,
his eyes had a tint of madness and charm.
Holding his hands I go, with him I don’t fear the world.
A traveller I become and there is nothing in my world
Just the desire for creatures and fascination to dream more often.