My mind is a kingdom. It is busy and full of life. In my kingdom the sky is a bright blue and the green trees sway in the wind while the clouds drift though the sky, free as can be.

My kingdom is where I am, with me everyday. It never leaves me and I never want to leave it. The thought of my kingdom makes me feel like I am at home: safe, secure.

There I am free, free to be what I want, free to wonder of adventure and mystery, free to fly over the towers, over the walls of life.

My kingdom is what makes me. It defines what I like and enjoy, my thoughts and words, my actions and reactions. Denying my kingdom is denying who I am.