Me

My self is a mansion, with many rooms connected by corridors and staircases, and every day it gets bigger as I discover places in my self that I never knew existed.

There are places I can go without moving, although I can go there when I walk, and I often do, wandering down corridors, finding new doors, or ladders that take me to the attic and roof, or down to the dark cellar.

Although I could draw a map today, tomorrow it may have changed.

There is a room where I can lie down and dream, and in that room I can travel around the world and see impossible creatures and nations.

My eyes are the windows to my mind mansion, and my mouth is my door, but a lot finds egress and ingress by that door.

The map of my mind can only be drawn when I am in it, and when I sleep, the map dissolves like sugar in tea, to be reconstituted when I awaken the following day to find new corridors, rooms and staircases to explore.

This is what it is like this morning, and I could easily get lost in there. Tomorrow it may be different.

Sometimes I feel there is someone in there stalking me. I see the shadow, but never the creature; maybe I am just imagining whatever it is.

When I wake, I am always active, and I need the rooms and corridors in there to show me the things I need to know to get through my day.

Sometimes I find the room of memory, and it is full of books, which in turn are full of stories of what has happened in my life from childhood to this moment.

Sometimes I don't find the room, and other times the books change. Once, every book was written in French, so I had to leave and spend time in the corridor of learning. When I returned, the books were in Old English, which was interesting. Did my Mind Mansion think I was growing old? Was Wit trying to tell me something?

Other times, I try to find my library of inspiration, which shows me things that I can share with others, and makes me sound as though I am an expert in certain subjects.

I also have an art gallery in my Mind Mansion, and sometimes I spend long hours enjoying the works there. Of course, there is The "Mona Lisa" and Salvador Dali's "Metamorphosis of Narcissus" and many more, my gallery is better than any physical museum.

Each day this Mind Mansion gets bigger, the rooms are higher, the corridors longer, which does make the mapping of myself more difficult, but it also allows me to remember more and become a better person.

I have given images of the corridors and stairways that link the many rooms in my wonderful Mind Mansion, and each day is a new exploratory journey for me. In the past, I have found unknown treasures, and I expect today to find even more.

While I wander these corridors alone, they give me tales I can tell to my friends who often ask, "How did you think of that?"

Of course, this is all in my head; it is not real for you, but it is for me. I wander here every day, and I have still not seen everything it has to offer, because every day it changes and shows me something new.

With my Mind Mansion, I am never empty, and I always have something new to explore, almost like a mental Indiana Jones.

Will I find more treasures today?

Who knows?