the ethereal exit

i walked into a big dreamy garden with a beautiful apple orchard a big pink and green tree and a beautiful centerpiece; the waterfall. it's clear blue water cleansing every inch making a peaceful falling sound reminding me of what mindfulness feels like a large ray of sunlight beaming down shining an ephemeral feeling of warmth all over my face yellow paint streaks all down my face as i trampled through blotches of color i saw something peculiar a door. just a door. a red door. an ethereally and beautifully red door. but i was wrong. and suddenly, in a flash, i was deep in hell. i felt the flames boiling my blood and the firelight blinding my eyes and the demons possessing me it was over. i couldn't go back. they whispered in my ear "too late." so i stayed.