Heaven
If I could have a slice of heaven right now, it would be dark and deep and rich in dense nothingness. There would be no thoughts bouncing around, no memories echoing in the ether. No signs of living creatures living, no evidence of anything happening.
I wish my soul could touch that part of the universe where Time is powerless, where nothing IS. Everything WAS or perhaps WILL BE but in that little morsel of space, nothing IS.
To be free from all emotion, every expectation and preconceived notion...to be suspended as if in amber. No sounds, no voices, no WORDS - a respite for the weary tongue and the lifeless mind and the burned out heart. No rustling leaves, no chirping birds.
That’s what my heaven would look like.
I wish my soul could touch that part of the universe where Time is powerless, where nothing IS. Everything WAS or perhaps WILL BE but in that little morsel of space, nothing IS.
To be free from all emotion, every expectation and preconceived notion...to be suspended as if in amber. No sounds, no voices, no WORDS - a respite for the weary tongue and the lifeless mind and the burned out heart. No rustling leaves, no chirping birds.
That’s what my heaven would look like.
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