I'm waiting,
silent,
for a time when I can't see my breath again.
Warm, not fuzzy,
just happy,
just for a little while.
silent,
for a time when I can't see my breath again.
Warm, not fuzzy,
just happy,
just for a little while.
I wonder what heaven looks like. I wonder this as an atheist. Is it space, sailing among stars? Is it merely a concept, eternally to be determined, determined by fate?
Someday time will stop
Abruptly at that,
And he’ll come for me
The boy with stars on his face
He lives in my mind, and I find him alive in my dreams
June 8th 11:30 am- 6 days
I have 6 days. Nothing more, nothing less, and that should scare me, make me anxious, something, but it doesn’t. I have a plan.
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