Okay I had to write this in class for an essay. i really don't know if it is any good because she never graded it. So please critique it for me.
There is a place that I only go to when I am sad; that I know will comfort me. It is full of dreams and wonders that the eyes have never seen, or the mind can comprehend. I can only just make out the colors of the waterfall, flowers, and skies. They glow and their color is as rich as gems, my eyes cannot even see the full color of them. The wind blows and brings back memories of my childhood and what I have no idea of what is to come. I lay in the grass and I let my mind wander and then darkness falls over me. I see a doe wandering around my head looking for something to eat; I gently move so as not to frighten it. Then I move out into the sunshine and walk down a path that is well worn.
This path I take every time I come here, it leads me to a place where I find exceeding joy, and happiness. Flowers bloom everywhere and there is a flowing brook to me left; I can see the fish swimming along with the current without a care in the world. The sky is a bright blue and the sun shines down through the leaves in the trees. The trees that line the path are tall and almost seem to move and bow when I walk by, while the birds that sit in them try to keep their perch. I smile and keep walking past the happiness and joy. The path ends and I have to struggle to find the next.
The next path I have taken once before, I took it when I first came here and have not dared venture back since. This path leads me to my failures and lost hopes and dreams that will never come true. The trees suddenly come to an end and only a few bare trees stand along the path, there is no sign of life anywhere else. This place is feared by all and none can survive with the sadness that resonates here. The dirt has turned to ash and the sky is black with only a red moon to see by. I take two more steps and find my self overcome with depression, guilt, and loneliness. I want to face my fears and failures, but that is to wait for another day.
I walk along another path while tears run down my face. I have never before walked this path, it is dark because of the trees that grow so close together that they let hardly any light through them. It is a mysterious light and it has a pull to it, I walk farther down the path and I find that I can faintly hear the sounds of a male voice singing. I come to a clearing and find a man that is surrounded by a flock of young girls. His voice is like a sweet lullaby and it pulls me toward him. I find myself trying to get closer to him and calling out to him, trying to get his attention. Though he pays me no notice, I still call out to him almost at a desperate state of mind. I have to get near him, I need to touch him. I find that I am being pushed away from him by the other girls crowding around him, jostling for a better position. Then suddenly, it is as if I am waking from a dream, I realize that his song is like that of the sirens of Greek mythology. I need to get away.
I leave the path and walk another for a time only to find myself back in the garden that I visit when I first come here. I smile a sad smile knowing that I will have to leave this place for the time being only able to enter again at the time of peace through out my entire being. This place is a place that some will never get the pleasure of visiting or even imagine. It is a place of wonder and it is a land that never existed.
