I know Saint Peter won't call my name.
Today is a beautiful day. It finally feels like autumn, you know, the crisp cool air with a perfect clear sky and slightly windy-ish.
Makes me think of Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin.
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I had a dream last night. I deliver packages, little light orbs about the size of an apple. Sometimes, I deliver them to a 3-headed dog that goes by the name of Cerberus. He guarded a magnificent dark and heavy double door. I always wondered what is inside those doors, but was never allowed to look in.
And sometimes, I deliver the packages in the cloud, light as a feather. The Pearly Gates is an ornate fence, light and airy. I can see Paradise through them, everything I've ever wanted, but never allowed to go in.
Things I do not know, and things I have came to known.
The directions about where the packages would ended up were given to me in riddles. Sometimes, I speak to the packages, but they never answer. My job would be so much easier if they were just labeled Heaven or Hell, but no, it was up to my interpretation.
What if I was wrong? Am I to be stuck in eternity being just a messenger? Staring curiously at what is behind door number one and left longing after what I can see behind door number two? What if I lost the packages, where would those ended up at?
Maybe I should stop eating ice cream before I go to bed.
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I probably have said this before, but Mozart and the Whale is the bestest movie of all time. *hearts*
Makes me think of Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin.
...
I had a dream last night. I deliver packages, little light orbs about the size of an apple. Sometimes, I deliver them to a 3-headed dog that goes by the name of Cerberus. He guarded a magnificent dark and heavy double door. I always wondered what is inside those doors, but was never allowed to look in.
And sometimes, I deliver the packages in the cloud, light as a feather. The Pearly Gates is an ornate fence, light and airy. I can see Paradise through them, everything I've ever wanted, but never allowed to go in.
Things I do not know, and things I have came to known.
The directions about where the packages would ended up were given to me in riddles. Sometimes, I speak to the packages, but they never answer. My job would be so much easier if they were just labeled Heaven or Hell, but no, it was up to my interpretation.
What if I was wrong? Am I to be stuck in eternity being just a messenger? Staring curiously at what is behind door number one and left longing after what I can see behind door number two? What if I lost the packages, where would those ended up at?
Maybe I should stop eating ice cream before I go to bed.
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I probably have said this before, but Mozart and the Whale is the bestest movie of all time. *hearts*