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Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Heaven ...

I was never so dead as I am alive now. One bench, you and me. We care not for the coffee going cold and we care not about the unknown stares. We were born from the same dust and this moment was destined. We care not to keep track of time or count the leaves that fall like snowflakes. The sky is aging with us and we care not to think about the dawning dusk. We care not about the different shapes that float overhead or of the many feet that pass us by. I finally know how a lost soul feels on finding the shore he had been searching so desperately all his life for.
We care not about the world or the way it races about mindlessly. Fingers braided together and your lap my pillow.
I know now what heaven feels like.

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