The place we all dream about.
The place where our pain never existed.
Can there be such a place?

Everyone always asks
Where will we go when we die?
I always wonder, where were we before?

Before our creator shaped us into beautiful beings,
And before time itself burst into life.
When all of a sudden,
Colors we couldn’t envision exploded in a whirlwind;
And the stars built planets of great magnitudes.

To the ends of the earth,
We search.
For that place, we call home.

Is it real?
The feelings and thoughts we endure,
The rooms that fill our minds?

We may never know, I’m afraid.
For all we can do is live this life to the fullest.