Comforting Dreams

This is truly home. Softly drifting into dreams, my mind swirls into oblivious. The voices of my relatives comfort me as they converse and laugh. Suddenly I don't feel so alone and cold. My heart feels warm and full. Memories flow through my mind like a creek. Thoughts of happiness and laughter. I'm not alone. Pain loosens this strangle thats gripping at my throat. All worries that I've gained fade. Smiling faces of friends and family appear. I'm up, higher than the skies. So easily to fall but I keep afloat. This air beneath me is strong yet so weak. My mind keeps twirling into technicolor and on I drift. It seems so dark yet so vibrant. Deeper and deeper in emotions. Mostly comfort comes to mind. The people that have held me up when I was rock bottom, the people that have supported me through my tough times, the people that has helped me throughout my life. I'm drowning in the warmth, but it's not a feeling I dislike. It's not burning, it's a cozy warm. Like when your mother wraps you in her arms and rocks you to sleep. I'm enjoying every minute. Skies are gray, but mine are blue. The sun is gone, mine still shines. The rain is pouring, I hear the music it plays for me. It's my own lullaby. Colors are brighter than ever. Foods are distinct. Sleep is not lost. I feel refreshed. A clean slate is on the horizon. I see it. I see myself acheiving it. It is what I want. It is what I need. My future. It's so clear to me. The warmth has now turn cool. Not cold, nor freezing. A brisk fresh air. Spring air. Pink roses and morning rain. Wind blows through my hair. My nose tingles as the sun smiles down at me. She's proud. I'm proud. The birds sing and the bees buzz. What a lovely day I think to myself. My path is set for me. Many doors along the way. Shall I choose a door or shall I stay on this path? I see some doors are white and big, like mansion doors. With Greek towers on either side or those lion statues. Other doors are unfinshed rough wood. Nails sticking out. Holes through them. I peek in those holes, and see the path on the other side. Abandoned and broken is all I feel. I continue down this path I'm on and see if a door looks interesting enough for me to walk through.