I can not feel my body anymore. The moment of floating in the air without weight is such a comfortable experience. Hell is gonna be my new homeland. Grim reaper may be my new buddy. Sorrow and phobias may be my constant emotions. A sinful man is spending very last seconds before suffering pain in hell.

But bare with me a minute, my talkative conscience. After all that terrible things, what can I call if this was not hell? And if I was in Hell already how could a dead man end his life again?

My eyes are still close. God, please give me little seconds to prepare for the worst. Don't wanna face it too soon especially when my vulnerable soul was just out of its shell.

"We're still breathing, this can't be death" The strange voice suddenly sings.

It continues:

"We fear for the best and hope for the worst.

Oh, our life's blessed and our life's cursed.

Now we feel death coming, piercing our heart.

Fingers crossed and praying, nothing goes right.

And finally it's happening.. just one knock on our door.

Our heart is beating... still"

Am I alive? I open my own flesh eyes and witness a breathtaking scenery.

I am inside in a big pellucid balloon. There are hundred of balloons flying in a dark space. A little light shines in every balloon. Where am I?

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust" the voice answers.

"We are going to be nutrition below the tree's root " it continues.

"And who are you?" I question.

"I am you" It replies.

This is completely insane. I am tired of that madness.

"God! Save me or kill me! Just don't play with me in this pandemonium!""You spoke to God but he wasn't here. Speak to me instead!""Talking with my hysterical mind? Does it help?""When every man was born. He had one body and one soul. When he grew up, he had learned either forgotten. Studying things outside and denying things inside, such a fool. Keeping chasing things has destroyed the connection between both. Human has gone wrong just because he refused to listen to the voice inside.""Well-speech! What do you want then, my virtue soul?""We need to unite, once again.""For what and how?""For our resurrection. Let me be your guide."

Now I start noticing that all balloons are flying to a big hole appearing in the void. My balloon has the same destination. It moves faster and faster to the hole.

"From now, answering my question and our journey will complete. Let the phoenix rises from its ashes!" The voice screams.

The hole leads to a dark tunnel which is full of sharp thorns. "Holy God!" Every unexpected collision can blow up my balloon. I hear thousands sound of balloons exploding into pieces and the little lights inside them were absorbed to the thorns. At every single moment of that, the wicked smile of the tree echoes.

"Tell me who are you?" The voice questions.

"A misplaced man in a cruel world"

The balloon suddenly flies in a very close distance to the thorns.

"Damn you! who you really are?"

"A pale moonlight in the sky full of shining stars, an old idol has lost his golden years".

Just one more inch, my balloon nearly touches the thorns.

"Who are you? God damn you! Just one more time or we feed ourselves to the fucking tree!!!"

"A..a .. a liar, a bad guy, a black sheep..... a fucking fool man!!!!! Whatever!!!!"

"Yes yes... you are right! A fool man, that's it. And who am I?" The voice slows down his tone.

"You are nothing!"

"Well done, bastard! That was not an easy one to hear but you split out the right answer" The voice smiles. "A fool man was born with innocence. Into the world, he was poisoned. And do you believe there is Hell?"

"Fucking no! This is not Hell. I am dead already and gonna be a monster's meal. This is chaos!"

"How about Heaven?"

"What is Heaven?" I put question against.

"Ha ha ha ha! Such a fool question but in this case, it's a perfect answer. We have done! Prepare to die!" The voice laughed so damn hard.

I think he laughs for the last time, we both are gonna die. Because at the end of the tunnel, there is nothing except thorns. Everything always leads to one path. When hope starts to die, when everything fades to gray, I have nothing left to loose. Closing my eyes, I wait for the very last moment of my life.

There is a big explosion and I feel my body is melting slowly...

"Hey wake up, it's our closing time!"

"What? Closing time?"

"You got drunk after your gig, go home singer. It's too late, we have no room for you." The bartender looks at me with unpleasure eyes.

"Holy god! It was a dream. The longest nightmare that I have ever dreamed".

Moving out the bar, walking on the familiar road at midnight, I feel too happy to be alive. All the sorrow has gone. After the nightmare, my wounded pride has been eased in very strange way. It seems using the terrible nightmare to heal a bad emotion is an alternative method to using drugs and alcohol. Looking at the night sky, moonlight's still there beside those brightest stars.

But who cares, the moon is the moon. I speak to myself:

"Hey the voice, my pure soul. Do you exist? Springing out and talking with me to make this boring road shorter."

"Are you talking to me?" Immediately, a voice replies.

My heart could stop jumping if that was the voice I had heard in the dream. Luckily, this is a female voice. In front of me, a beautiful lady sitting on her motor.

She looks at me with the eyes of a snake charming its victim before ending that poor life by poison. "Wanna a ride?"

"What? That question again?" I wondered. I have just heard the question that brings me to the mire of chaos. I feel my hackles rise again.

"Look like you have just come from another world, come on shy boy, it won't be hurt." The girl stares at me.

I am completely frozen hearing that words. "Once is enough, please don't!" I am scared.

"Uh huh, not the guide that forsakes her passenger, but the boy that forsakes his ride" the girl sings and turns away.

I can not forget this melody. I can not refuse the fact that it is the voice of the fucking tree. "How... How can it.. be.....?"

The girl turns her head back to me and continues her words:

"I know what you are thinking. Surprised! What makes you think you are in your world. You are already dead. But you have passed the test. Congratulations! I am your guide to welcome you the new world: Heaven. The Death can not wait anymore to see your dump face right now. Come on, we have a party for the newcomer. Death wrote a new song for you."

"What the Hell!!!"