Always Never Land

How peaceful it can be, when it is the only thing you know. How sweet the smell, when it is the only thing you know. How angelic the moment, when it is the only thing you know. To discover what it is like to be on top of cloud 9. Staring at the perfection of your surroundings. The bright light reflecting off of the whiteness that surrounds you. Shining through you, like you are not even there. In this empty space that surrounds everything, you feel the rush of light whizzing by. Speeding around and through you, like no other, you feel rejuvenated. You can do anything. The brightness turns to dark. Stare gaze at the stars. Dark background with shiny, bright lights fills up everything. Out of the reach but yet so close. Lost in time trying to discover what happened. Confused and disoriented, glittering and incandescent incased upon you. Swirls of the darkness blend into the light. Descending upon the abyss of the unknown. Tumbling from overhead. In range, you perceive others rising and others descending. Shattering screeches are called out from some, beams of joyfulness of others. In the distance, an object substantially huge approaches floating. The item glides through you. You were not present to it. Hard Strike. Settled on solid terrain. Gazing upwards from where you came from. Viewing lanky, copious, and towering objects. Naturally russet with emerald trimmings. Noises that echo encircle you. Animals ubiquitously, scampering away, left pondering why. The view in the vastness, well built mechanisms obliterating forestry. All those creatures’ dwellings disappeared. Vanished into the empty space. Enormous structures develop. Incredible development. Distinguishing others bustling all around. Disorientated and perplexed, astonished and stunned the others do not perceive you. Hiking around inspecting your past existence. Extracted into soaking, briny liquid. Dissimilar animals border you. Sinking slowly. Unable to discover which was is out. Murky liquid forms, incapable to distinguish your place. Pulled downwards into the dark, chilly terrain. Unable to shift or perceive anything around you. Slowly sucked deeper and deeper into the unknown. Spun around, being forced into another dwelling. Your lifetime flashes around you. Left wondering what happened for this to become your new existence. Hopeless, the end has come. Highlands and valleys, scorching full of the inferno, infinite gloom. Others neighboring around, the screeches pierce you. Lost in the sea of reality. Spend endless, eternal days. Gloomy and alone. Is this is what happens to us all? How sad it can be, when it is the only thing you know. How bitter the smell, when it is the only thing you know. How fiendish the moment, when it is the only thing you know. To discover what it is like to be in the pits of despair.