The Perfect Place- Catherine Gaines

     What if I told you there was a place where all of your worries would disappear. No stress, no work, no pain, just peace. A place where you could be yourself, alone, in a break from reality. A place where the sun has already begun to dim, and in her place, the moon has appeared. It's quiet here, very, very, quiet. There is a river smooth, dark, and deep, and stars as far as the eye can see. It's gorgeous. A hammock rests between the trees and the grass rustles beneath your feet. 

    It's cold here, but that's okay. In the breeze, the trees shake and sway, asking just how long you can stay, before your past obligations start to creep up in the back of your head. It's easier to turn your head, to forget. To stay just one more day. Lost in this imaginary place that you made. It's familiar and that's all that matters.

    The passing of time didn't keep you out, in fact, it just increased your doubts, And convinced you to get lost and stay. Involved and engaged in the place that you made. But this process made your thoughts jumble about, upside down and inside out. Right from wrong and wrong from right. You couldn't tell if you were alright. But this place wouldn't lie, this place would dare, it's your own mind, it wouldn't dare tear up your thoughts, your self-worth and increase your self-doubt, your body's a temple your mind wouldn't cloud up your self-respect and your self-regard. You tried to find the truth but it was too hard. Too hard to see through the masquerade. Easier to stay in this place that you made.  

    It's lonely here, in this place that you made. You've long stopped counting the days since you've seen your friends or gone to work. How long can you keep this up? This place ensnares even the smartest minds. The rivers rough, and the hammock binds, you with its ropes, that have long since frayed. It's no longer this picture-perfect place, but it's familiar, so you stay. 

    It's dark in this place that you made. The blinds are drawn and the lights turned off. It's silent. Your head pounds, and your heart bounds in your chest. You're nothing. The heavyweight of the dark and the screeching sound of silence have zapped you into motionless obedience. Every noise, every creak has your heart stammering to its peak. Are you safe? You have to be, you know this place, and you stay.  

    It's not safe here in this place that you've made, you can't sleep, you can't eat, but you're no longer afraid of the thoughts in your head, as you lie in a bed, made of tears. You still live in the perfect place that you made, you tried to get out but you couldn't evade. It's not real, it's not real, It's all in you're head. You should have just done your work instead. But you're trapped in this place, this place that you made. Trapped in a place that you'll never escape.