Where I wish I were
Heaven is a road trip that never ends. Each day you get to go somewhere else and experience something new. There are no responsibilities. Money does not matter. You somehow always have gas and food and a place to sleep at night.
Heaven is time spent with friends from you past. You are forever young in their minds. How they remember you is how you will always be even if that is not who you are anymore. Time makes all things rosier. You forget the bad and romanticize the good. Heaven exists in this memory.
Heaven is a sleepy day when it is hot outside and you lay resting on the couch or in your bed as a warm breeze drifts in from the window. Outside you hear children playing and someone mowing their lawn.
Heaven is a day spent watching a marathon of your favorite TV show and putting off the laundry and cleaning that you need to do.
Heaven is a day spent fishing with your dad. Why is it when you are little you can always catch the whopper; but when you grow up they always allude you?
Heaven is a day spent sitting on the warm and windy sand starring at the endlessness that is the ocean.
Heaven is your grandmother's purse that despite its normal size has everything you could EVER need in it. And an endless supply of mints as well.
Heaven is the thing that takes your breath away.
Heaven is time spent with friends from you past. You are forever young in their minds. How they remember you is how you will always be even if that is not who you are anymore. Time makes all things rosier. You forget the bad and romanticize the good. Heaven exists in this memory.
Heaven is a sleepy day when it is hot outside and you lay resting on the couch or in your bed as a warm breeze drifts in from the window. Outside you hear children playing and someone mowing their lawn.
Heaven is a day spent watching a marathon of your favorite TV show and putting off the laundry and cleaning that you need to do.
Heaven is a day spent fishing with your dad. Why is it when you are little you can always catch the whopper; but when you grow up they always allude you?
Heaven is a day spent sitting on the warm and windy sand starring at the endlessness that is the ocean.
Heaven is your grandmother's purse that despite its normal size has everything you could EVER need in it. And an endless supply of mints as well.
Heaven is the thing that takes your breath away.