My Favorite Place (Creative Writing)

I am a dreamer and I dream of the world. One with secrets and lights in the shadows… my shadows, my secrets to keep. A calm peaceful place and yet different, so very different. My own small safe that holds my loves, desires and passions. A dark, clouded world with its own thoughts. Secrets are quiet and honest but most of all… hidden. I can keep one or share it. I choose to share mine, my haven, my life, my secret, to you.

My secret is filled with forests that’ll listen and talk at the same time and filled with valleys, hills, mountains and shores. The secret is bright like a spring morning and soothing like the sounds of an ocean wave crashing on the rocks. Under the sky’s dark blanket of shadows and it’s vast variety of gems and jewels, I dance to the song of the crickets and fireflies. As dawn peeks up over the horizon and shows its alluring colors, the dwellers of the world open their eyes to a glorious new day. The grass is gentle, the trees are majestic and grand; the flowers are even more beautiful than the very essence of beauty itself. Birds sing their sweet melodies; animals cover the floor scurrying around looking for fruit, nuts, and berries. The dirt paths lead a winding trial to another wonder.

The enormous snow-capped mountains, that birth the many clear springs, are my support.

At the base of the mountains lies a secluded beach where my foot prints in the sand are taken away by the kisses of the ocean. Where the breeze sweeps up my hair and the sun Provenghi 2 dances on my skin; a place to think about life and its simplicity. Far along the path is a mystical waterfall that is as gorgeous as love. The crystal water glides over the jagged- edged rocks, rushing down into the small chaos of white and aqua. Right at the base is a place to sit, its unobtrusive like colors to the blind and perfect like an angel’s voice. A peaceful place to meditate and dream of wild adventures and journeys; to dream of wild, plump, juicy strawberries on a fresh summer morning. And in the late afternoon, on a grassy hill, we sit under the old oak tree, and feel safe and protected in his arms. We sit and share secrets while waiting for the stars to perform; as dusk creeps upon us, he kisses me and holds me tight, I can feel his love surround me. The suns’ rays bounce off the now orange-stained clouds; hues of purples and pinks fill the sky with liveliness. A deep blue sets at the horizon, the sun’s reflection shown in our eyes. As the stars start to shine and dance in the vast velvet sky, I gently start to dance with the familiar song of the crickets. The indigo clouds form shapes to find and the comets fall with power. My love sings a song of peace and life is perfect; my wonderful utopia. I softly lay my head upon his shoulder and close my eyes to enter the world of sleep.

This is a secret, hidden from the world; it’s a world full of hope, laughter and joy. A beautiful secret that should be shared with all and all should share. To have a secret full of wonders and earthly beauties is mystical and mine; mine to explore. Once in a while we need to find our secret worlds. If I can find paradise in our frenzied world then why can’t others? Do you have a secret? One that can reveal beauty? One with velvet skies or green hills? With love everlasting and eternal peace? Hope you can find that one special secret.