The Emerald Green Couch
A Safe Place For An Imagination Too Big For This Society
Oh emerald green couch
A place no one can sit but I
The velvety green cushions engulfing my mind, creating something out of nothing
A place I can go to examine and re-examine my life philosophies
The crevices between cushions eating my toes as I dip further in
A place where nothing else exists but myself and this emerald green couch
The sturdy back stabilizing all my potential
A place where goals are turned into clarity
The cool of the untouched surfaces pleading for me to stretch my legs out
A place where I am nourished
The softness inviting me to get lost just so I can be found again
A place that only exists in my mind
The image of you... oh beautiful emerald green couch... putting a fortress over my head as my mind visits all the surreal places it creates
A place I wish to share with my friends one day
No one can sit here but me... for that would be impossible
But the promises made on this emerald green couch...
Promises made by fairies and forest creatures...
Whales of the deep and the purple ocean water they swim in...
Blue blobs with no faces yet a comforting touch and bears that don’t bite yet carry you on their shoulders...
White and Green lights that engulf my entirety when my soul needs cleansing...
Pearl white snakes that cuddle and valleys that speak....
They all promise the same thing
One day, someone will come sit on this emerald green couch beside me
Even if only in our imaginations
About the Creator
Stephanie Bojanek
Editor of The Failing Artist mag 🎨 Ghostwriter & copywriter by day, novelist by night 📚 Lover of Erotic, Fiction, Horror, Nonfiction, and essays 🖋️ Let's challenge norms and unleash our artistic souls!
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