This place

So I thought I would write. And I would say it all without saying anything. I would make up a whole world that displays everything without me having to say anything. Is that possible? A place where wishes fly on petals in the wind and get tangled in your hair as they cross you. The smell lingers and you smile. Whatever mood you are in you smile. And drift into another state. Where we walk on clouds and hand pick stars to put in our pockets. Like flowers. Pockets full of stars. Then you can scatter them down below. On the people who need them. More than you.  Because sometimes people need stars. They need hope and they need miracles. They need to believe. We speak in color. Everything we say is a different color. Every emotion has a separate shade. You can tell happy people from sad people because of the colors. You fly and prance about from one cloud to another. With the petals and the stars and dreams. Dreams are floating about just like clouds. And candy. There's candy everywhere. We can eat the candy and it would just reappear. It's never ending candy! It's never going to be dark here. Because there's too much of color. All the darkness would be colored away. I'm writing about this place and wondering how real it sounds. If it sounds real at all. In a child's mind it's the perfect solution. A pure imagination without any flaws. A perfect little world. Do you think heaven's like that?