My mind is ever wandering skipping from thought to thought as a child playing hopscotch on a hot summer day. My thoughts take the hand of time and they run from reality; They know no boundaries for they are invincible together.

And thus, our journey begins in this picturesque world. Here there is no time, there are no limits, every thought is what you make it, every dream is real. Come walk down the halls of my life, and here you may see my memories hung upon these walls. But, the pictures on these walls are like no other you have ever seen. For upon the touch, they transform into the space around you and you can relive the moments of my past.

Touch my memories, live in my shoes, dream my dreams, and know the very beating of my heart. And as you do, also shall you become a painting upon the wall of my life. The construction of these walls is infinite. They hold all possibilities, all opportunities, and they shall continue to be built until the last breath shall leave my body, when I shall walk this hall one last time and bid Adieu to a finite life.

For the world that awaits is turned inside out from the world I shall leave. It is there that you live in your imagination, instead of it residing in you. Here there are no pain-streaked paintings or sorrowful watercolors. Here all dreams come true not only inside you but outside too. Here good memories and happy times are not just paintings hung on the wall of your life inside your mind. Here happiness is the reality and sorrow is the ignorance. But this utopia is only a reflection of the person you became in the life before. The beauty you earn to reside in here is created by you as you live.

In the end, you shall reside in the picture of your soul...