it's real...

Perhaps you’ve been there. And then perhaps you haven’t. A world that exists, though many people say it isn’t possible. How do they know? What if it is? What if people don’t believe, or know that it’s not in existence in reality, but in reality it’s there? Though it’s just not conceivable to our world.
I know it is. You might not, but I know people who do. Anyone who has never completely lost his childhood knows what I mean. It’s the world that exists that doesn’t exist. It’s really there even though it isn’t. It’s your world. A place that you know perfectly and yet other people say is not possible. What if it is? I believe it is. This is it.
You can see it, you can smell it, you can feel it, and yet it only few can ever speak of it. If it is voiced it always seems that the spell is broken. There are instances where it can be mentioned and those who are not there can see a glimpse of the world. But it’s a world that can hardly be spoken of, for if you speak it becomes hollow, empty, and ruined. It’s a world that can be written and dreamed of, and entered any time you wish… if… But there’s no door, and only those who have a key can enter. Those who have it know they do. The key can’t be described. You cannot be told what it is, and it can’t be given to you. But for those few who have it, this world is always open, always it’s there. It’s ever in existence, though at times it seems farther or closer. More real or less real, but never gone.