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MY FAVORITE PLACE TO BE (MENTAL VENT?)

It's a place where all that IS becomes undone and falls into puddles of multi-colored sand flowing grain-by-grain through anhourglass. Where all the tangled words whisped, shouted, and spoken by various voices that tickle nonexistent lips fade, and before I know it I'm falling, floating, sinking, drowning, but never truly cracking under gravity.
Then gravity disperses and I'm weightless, and everything that once revolved around the sun shatters, like crystal-bright shards of glass, and I'm rising, flying, soaring through nothing.
There is no boundary between physical and mental feeling, just a warm, cozy, fuzzy sensation that tingles and tickles my tummy, my fingers, my eyelids.
It's a place where anything and anyone can and will become whatever, whoever, whichever, whereever I want; for I am the one who reigns here. I control everything, though sometimes things change without me.
This is my favorite places, of all places in Heaven, Earth, or Hell, to be.