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Happy Place
A happy place usually refers to a place where people go in their mind so they can feel happy. The little details for a happy place can be different for each person, but the common theme is that the creator of the happy place is usually in control of this place. Other times the happy place is created by a creator, but it is changed and twisted based off of events that happen around the person.
At the moment my Happy Place is a mountain overlooking a decaying city of Altrea surrounded by walls. The time is always sunset so that the sky looks like a battlefield of deep-blue with clouds of a fiery-orange and the salty breeze of a world long sealed outside. The city itself is littered with towers of broken glass and over grown plants.
Even after all of this time I can still sometimes see the city that was.
This happy place of mine has been with me from a young age. Every time there was an argument around me or I was just lonely, I would escape into this world to feel happy again. Over time places I went changed to a different world like a little forest by a creek turned into a whole city full of details, but not all made up things have a happy ending. My mind had become so fused to this world that the outside world started to leak into this happy place causing many troubles in a place that was like a home.
My happy place began to change with me and over the years, the changes were just too much, and I only saw the ruins of the city that once were a great city with a big wall around it. I had imprisoned myself in this world because I believed everything that happened to it was my fault. Everything that people told me reflected in the happy place. One hateful comment was an earthquake; every fight that was drowned out by loud music was a tidal wave flooding once one. After a while there was nothing left but painful memories mixed with the good ones under the rubble.
The walls became something that was not to keep me in but to keep me out. I pushed it out of my mind so that I could live in the moment and not the past. In doing this, I became shallow, only a hollow body. I gave up what made me who I am. This happy place is important to me because without it I would not know all of the wisdom I gained from spending so much time in it.
This is my happy place, not the because of the joys and fun, but the pieces of memories and the stories with all the dark and painful secrets still under the rubble. I do not know how much of the old me is still there, but if it could see me today she would be just as disappointed as I am.
A happy place usually refers to a place where people go in their mind so they can feel happy. The little details for a happy place can be different for each person, but the common theme is that the creator of the happy place is usually in control of this place. Other times the happy place is created by a creator, but it is changed and twisted based off of events that happen around the person.
At the moment my Happy Place is a mountain overlooking a decaying city of Altrea surrounded by walls. The time is always sunset so that the sky looks like a battlefield of deep-blue with clouds of a fiery-orange and the salty breeze of a world long sealed outside. The city itself is littered with towers of broken glass and over grown plants.
Even after all of this time I can still sometimes see the city that was.
This happy place of mine has been with me from a young age. Every time there was an argument around me or I was just lonely, I would escape into this world to feel happy again. Over time places I went changed to a different world like a little forest by a creek turned into a whole city full of details, but not all made up things have a happy ending. My mind had become so fused to this world that the outside world started to leak into this happy place causing many troubles in a place that was like a home.
My happy place began to change with me and over the years, the changes were just too much, and I only saw the ruins of the city that once were a great city with a big wall around it. I had imprisoned myself in this world because I believed everything that happened to it was my fault. Everything that people told me reflected in the happy place. One hateful comment was an earthquake; every fight that was drowned out by loud music was a tidal wave flooding once one. After a while there was nothing left but painful memories mixed with the good ones under the rubble.
The walls became something that was not to keep me in but to keep me out. I pushed it out of my mind so that I could live in the moment and not the past. In doing this, I became shallow, only a hollow body. I gave up what made me who I am. This happy place is important to me because without it I would not know all of the wisdom I gained from spending so much time in it.
This is my happy place, not the because of the joys and fun, but the pieces of memories and the stories with all the dark and painful secrets still under the rubble. I do not know how much of the old me is still there, but if it could see me today she would be just as disappointed as I am.
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A nice little something I wrote awhile back for english. I thought that I should have some Diversity other than Altrea
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