Trip - fictional writing

the scent,

the freshness of the scent..

filling my lungs whole...

steering to the right,

rushing ahead..

no stopping.

everything i ever dream of is just a distance away

within reach..

accelerating. i have to be there on time.

i have to...

(changing of scene)

crowd...

i am in the middle of a crowd..

i am unnoticed.

people walk through me..

am i dead?

looking up...

the sky is bright.. and the sun shines as it always is.

looking down...

i had a sharp intake of breath.

there is no ground.

the crowd is gone.

as i notice this, i fall...

falling...

and falling...

i feel weightless.

or maybe i am weightless.

where will i land?

or rather, will i ever land?

where am i?

images rushing before my eyes.

tears break its barrier..

if this is my fate..

i am ready.

i am...

...........................

(changing of scene)

i cannot move...

i cannot open my eyes.

i am trying my best to...

but in vain.

someone is calling me..

or is it the wind?

the scent of grass...

am i landed now?

am i safe?

or am i...

"NO!!!

I WANT TO WAKE UP!!"

i am yelling in my head...

"I WANT TO WAKE UP!!"

i realised... i am not ready just as thought i am.

wait, i couldn't