That one place.

Where happiness goes as far as an eagle's vision.

It. Is. Perfect.

That perfect place.

Where the heads of the mountains are covered with the angels halo.

The deep, yet royal blue sounds of the animals humming with the wind.

The one where words don't describe the longevity of life. 

The personification of reality.

The place to be.

Where you are lost, but the deep parts of you don't want to be found. Everyone wants to be there, so are you truly lost? The place is perfect, therefore you are found.

Lost in perfection.

No name.

The perfect place, all colors… yet so colorless. It’s almost as if you can see through everything… yet it all has a deeper meaning. Time is endless, so is there really time? Your senses become feelings, and your feelings become something you have never felt before. 

Absolute perfection.

Sickness.

You are sick every time you think of the place. Not an unhealthy sick, but the type of sick you want more of. Like an orange type of sick. You are sick of not being able to go to the place. Some say it’s home, others say it is

Utter fulfillment.