my dreams

I don't really know why i have always dreamt of a world. I don't know why all my dreams have taken place in this world. I don't know why i revisit places, streets, towns, countryside, libraries and shops days, months and years apart in real life. I can't describe the beauty of this world. I can't begin to explain the colours, the sounds, the smells. The atmosphere is like nothing you could ever imagine feeling. From start to finish you feel immense love and sadness at the same time. It takes your breath away. I wish i could show you the forests and the people that live in them. I wish i could show you the sea over the hill that makes you feel a calmness that you never though existed. I want to take you down the paths to the castles and underground passages. There are seals in a loch that follow you as you walk. There are instances of weather that seem to carry some sort of inner personality. The world itself seems alive. It seems like it's breathing. The fields lead you along. The trees take your hands and your head fills with memories and emotions that you can't even understand. It's a beautiful place. I really don't know why it's in my head. I really don't know why i go there when i sleep. I really don't know why i think about it all the time. Sometimes i think the world is a representation of my soul, or perhaps is what my soul actually is or looks like. Sometimes i wonder if it's a mixture of people and places and memories of other lives i've had. Whatever it is, i only have my art to explain it. Everything i draw touches on aspects of my dream world and i hope it hints on even the most minuscule part of the overwhelming feeling i get every time i visit it when i sleep. I hope i go there permanently when i die.