My World on Walls

This is my newest journal spread. Its about what I would have painted on my walls as a child if I would have been allowed to.

This is a picture of my imaginary world. The sky was pink, the clouds were yellow and always sparkled. The leaves in the trees and the grass were light blue. There was always the sound of delicate wind chimes floating on the breeze. The tree trunks were a mixture of orange, yellow, pink and purple.
Up in the clouds was a glass castle and the only way to get there was on the back of a Pegasus.
In my world there was no pain, no loneliness and no tears.
Even as an adult I would close my eyes and visit my imaginary world. It helped me deal with my daily life.

Now that I'm older and more cynical I'm no longer allowed to visit my imaginary world. You have to have some innocence in order to spend time in my world and I lost that innocence years ago.
I might not be able to visit anymore but I will never forget the joy I had spending time in my world.