“Hell”

For me, it would probably look a lot like heaven.

I’m not quite sure, but the idea of everything I’ve ever wanted just slightly out of reach would drive me crazy.

All the time to write and think, but maybe there another author that already wrote the story beautifully.

Endless sunsets and thunderstorms, but on the horizon where I wasn't.

Coffees and huge open fields for frisbee, but no one to share them with.

Someone who loved me for me, but maybe only the good parts.

Everything you could ever want, but only temporarily or just hovering in front of you. Right beyond your grasp. So no matter how much you tried, no matter how much you wanted something, you could never have it.

Eventually, I'd be lonely. With only the reason I wanted more. And how selfish that would sound. Perhaps I wouldn't know I was in hell, and I'd justify to myself that this was heaven, a perfect utopia. And I should be greatful to be here. And soon I'd be fighting against myself inside my head. Until the only demons around me, were my thoughts.