| Personal Heaven: It was only a gentle kiss on my hair, hidden in the soft darkness, I sighed... and in that breath a million questions and insecurities were released so that I might never have to deal with them again. and I thought- for a moment- maybe more- that if the world were to end right then perhaps that would be okay... and if, perchance, I would never breathe again, that possibly life wasn't such a waste afterall. I held his hand tightly and wondered if, concievably, this was what it was like to be truly content. I couldn't think of one place I would have rather been than in his arms... and for some reason my heart can't think of a more comforting place even now. I wondered if there was anyone in the world who was wishing for what I had at that moment. There is no greater serenity in existance. This, I thought, must be what happens in heaven. Soft kisses on my hair in the darkness. Return to my Writing page |