its time its ok too

the first thing you'd notice would probably be the color. a rich, demanding shade of purple. not only that, but any color imaginable. stretched out, seemingly unending. because theoretically it is. it would take you a while to grasp how unfathomable this particular scene is.
you'd think back to how you got in this situation. but the harder you dig through for that memory, you only have the one. the last thing you were doing. sitting, standing, waiting. thats all you can handle. so you settle on figuring out what is going on, and where you are.
one of the first things you'd begin to think is, what time is it. but you know, in that small spot way down deep, that there's no answer. you cant feel it, but you know time stopped completely. and for a purpose. violent and epic as it had to be.
then you'd realize, you're not supporting your own weight. you look down to your feet and there's the same purple. you're floating and in what you don't know.
and you get that same feeling, you're not breathing. but you don't have a need, or a desire to. you're happy, and you couldn't care less about your situation.
and all at once your memory comes back to you. every moment you swore you wouldn't forget, and all the ones you tried to. firsts, lasts, people, attachments. flooding you with emotion. you're overwhelmed but don't want it to stop. with another rush you've picked your three favorites.
a face you unremittingly tie yourself to. a sound that leaves you unruffled. and a smell that sends you off your symmetry.
and it gets bright, and you close your eyes.
and theres only one emotion left, its familiar and you dont hesitate to welcome it.
its smooth and worn down, lovingly wrinkled, and preserved.
and you leave yourself floating in that brilliant space.