Pray you never go there.
It ain’t a fun place, nor pretty or climate controlled.
I wasn't there but me left me a note pinned to the bathroom mirror -
After that I needed cheering up, so I read some Sylvia Plath.
On the other hand, I’ve looked at clouds from all sides now. Don’t recall much about it, though, except a bunch of illusions.
Here, read more at www.me.com.