As I Close My Eyes

As I close my eyes I start to dream. I dream of fairytales and things that were, and will come. I dream of animals, dancing in a swrill of colors all around me. I dream of fields of colors all around with the people and things that I wish were real, but come only alive in my brain when they are drawing a picture in my brain by the writers pencils. This world is imaginary, and will never become solid, but will always stray into peoples minds, for no one has any limits in there thoughts. This is where they can say and do anything.