and then everything was white
the click clack of keys typing, was the only thing i could hear
and even that was fading
where am i? i thought
i am in heaven?

but if this is heaven,
i continue to travel down
and everything is white, the tree trunks
the leaves the water, my hands, my garments
pinpoints and cracks gave outlines
but it was so white

and then i blinked
i think it was the first time i'd actually blinked
a large cat stood before me, much larger than myself
"hello," it said, licking it's paw
"hello," i echoed
"are you new here," it asked, giant golden eye looking at me
the first thing that is not white

"i think so. am i in heaven?"
there was laughter and the cat dissolved
it became a flock of monarch butterflies, orange and black
the second thing that is not white
"are you in heaven? no one's that silly these days," the chorus of voices
laughs as they disappear, diving into the river

curiously, but i think i can't really feel
i squat down beside the blue-ish tinted river
feeling like i'm in a box that is large, but still boxed
the fish swimming against the torrent struggle,
and the butterflies have disappeared

i get up and keep walking,
my vision is starting to show more colour
but still something is wrong
i almost pass by a person, but they look like a stone carving
"hello," they said
"hello," i echoed, "where am i?"
"you're at the end." replied the person,
i could not tell their gender

"the end?" i queried
"yes, there is nothing more for you."

but i continue to walk
in hopes of finding something more
but it's so empty here
and it really is still white

when i close my eyes
i think i can feel again



I kind of pictured hell when I wrote this, and what it might be like. A terrible, voidless place, that allows you no feeling, and you're stuck there forever. It could be heaven, too, seen in the wrong light.