I step through the doorway, leaving the world behind.
My feet the path, and I continue where I left off
I continue the journey, savoring each step,
I am filled with pure joy that is only lesser than my love of the rain Sometimes I will find new things as I walk, places that finally make sense
I could not tell you exactly how anything looked,
or the order in which they appeared but,
I know it all as well as I know myself
I know what I will find even if I don’t completely remember
Some paths I take I don’t like but most are full of adventure
Each one a jewel carefully crafted by the maker
Even the ones I shy away from help me uncover the hidden bits of my soul, I draw inspiration from them all,
like a bucket drawing water from a well
They give me light, and it would be so easy to stay forever,
Leave the world behind and stay forever in the strange and new places
But the world always calls me back to soon and it breaks my heart to leave, The only comfort is in knowing I can return
One night I fell asleep in one of the small worlds and woke up, My light still on, its beam thrown from the bulb and onto my face Illuminating the doorway, still open
Smiling, I reach over and close the pages of the book,
Marking my spot with a bookmark so that I can continue the journey later With a sigh I turn off the light and go back to sleep,
dreaming of my worlds of paper and ink