it's like a garden in another place and time.
knowing the beauty that exists there.
knowing it's real and imagining the butterfly's and all of the blooms.
the peacefullness and serenity that lies within it,
almost like magic....

knowing that it's real and that it exists....
somewhere....

other than here.....

I really opened up on the earlier threads and I have to say that everyone is wrong. opening up does nothing for healing and it only leaves a person vulnerable and unable to cope. lesson learned.