The gears click
spin
twirl into place
the momentum of thousands of dreams
swinging
gliding
leaping
across the vast emptiness we call home.
The dreams
along with hopes
fears
interests
slowly fill the hollow universe
shaping and modeling and building
creating worlds of their own
until each subconscious has a secret hiding spot,
a place where they'll never be found,
never be caught.
The hiding spots morph into doorways,
and more and more appear
until it is an endless and twisting maze of doors
a garden flowing with curiosity and unique shapes of all sizes
colors of all palettes
mixing and swirling on the plain white canvas
always different each time.
The garden of doors
each and every entryway varies
each and every one different in its interior.
Some as simple as pink lemonade clouds on a tangerine sky
others as complicated as worlds full of strange hairless animals that are war addicts
but every
single
one
is different.
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