Kayandia.

In my journals and in my stories, I tend to write a lot about this world that I names Kayandia (because my names Kaia, get it?), and I think that it might just be a coping mechanism but I really like it so I decided to share a little bit about it. sorry if this is kind of scattered, I’m just trying to describe it how it is in my head

 

Here, everything is perfect and beautiful. There is no bad weather, the soft subtle kiss of the sun against your skin of summer, exists all year long. There are no hateful words, only soft beautiful ones that flow from your mouth like silk. No bullies, and suicide is impossible here, although no one would want to.
No drugs or cigarettes, we are all happy because we want to be, not because we need drugs to tell us to be.
There’s no peer pressure.
There’s no poverty because there’s no money. People won’t have to break their backs just to live. We won’t have to steal because everyone will have all of the things that they need and we wont throw them away in jail for just trying to survive.
This is the land for misfit children, orphans, people with mental disorders, or anyone that just needs somebody.
War doesn’t exist, there’s no fighting or wars to lose our family to. And we aren’t set apart by families, everyone who lives here is apart of one large beautiful family who is able to coexist happily.
This land is full of large old Victorian style houses with full wrap around porches with large open fields and beautiful tire swings everywhere
During the day we have free rain to do whatever we want, and artistic expression will be accepted and encouraged in all forms (even tattoos).
and as we live life happily and play, the soft sound of music will flow through the air everywhere, serenely and beautifully.
It’s the perfect world