This is for my english assignment. Read if you like

Creative Writing 1st period
I apologize to anyone and or anything that reads this message, because you will never be able to visit the place I am about to describe. It’s not that its barred with the most top of the line security. Its not even make believe. And because you’ll never visit this place, I can’t stress enough how real this place is. You can only imagine while I know. Maybe this place is between real and fake, or the truth and lie. But this weird, confusing, exciting, and frightening place is the very thing that keeps me breathing, and it’s the key to my life. It’s the very thing…the very place I have to rely on to stay alive.
This place smells like anything I want it to smell like. But sometimes there is a scent that lingers that is so unpleasant that its suffocating. Scents like this make me wonder if they’re even possible. One time when I was in this certain place, I could have sworn I smelled something unpleasant that I have never smelled before that I’m sure I will never smell again. The smell came from an image of someone that I dearly love, and it reminded me of rotting and death. And remembering that almost frightens me, because I have never smelled an actual rotting corpse.
I can taste anything in this place as well. Both the tastes I love and the tastes that make me cringe. But most of the time I taste caffeine, mostly caffeinated coffee. I prefer it to be cold, and flavored. This caffeine helps me to link to this place longer while I’m conscious, and the pleasant cold taste helps make this place a more pleasant environment.
This place feels rapid. It leaves shivers down my spine How I feel is really what makes this place matter the most. I can never really run my fingers along this place, but I feel it all around, especially inside of me. The temperature is usually comfortable for me. Sometimes it’s very cold. It’s rarely hot however. I like to be in deep water, so that’s something I feel in this place. I can also feel as if I’m flying in twilight. I can’t really describe “HOW” I feel about this place, its mostly the other way around. I wonder what this place feels or thinks about me. I feel like I’m intruding sometimes, even a lot, so I’m thankful that no one else will ever visit this place.
I hear music. Music is, truthfully, the most important matter of survival and growth of this place. If there is no music to actually listen to, I’ll think of a song I already know and this place will play that song over and over again without me even realizing it. Its hard for me to just listen to one thing in this place. I have to really “attempt” to searchingly hear out what I’m listening for. It used to be easy, but now that I’ve exposed so much to this place, its captured all of those things, and searching for that one thing could take ages. Which leads to what I can see.
I see everything I created or this place created that hasn’t been forgotten. Real things that I have seen or witnessed in real life or imaginary have been morphed into those of my interpretation. But mostly I see an entirely new world, one that I may not entirely rule. Some parts are exciting, others frightening. I get lost easily, because there is so much to see. And even though this place is big enough, this place is only for me and itself. All I can say is that this place is a part of me, and the universe that has been discovered by me. And so much more