She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
A quote from a miner. "If Heaven was a green field with white cattles, I would leave now but not before saying goodbye to my Precious."
Heaven can be so different for so many people. A miner sick of being shipped off to the dark confines of the dark and stuffy mines wishes to leave the world for a place so much like he remembered home to be. Its just so fascinating to find that the interpretation of one simple word could be so diverse. Your definition from mine could be two entirely different things and yet we're still referring to the very same word.
What is heaven, really? Does anybody really know? Or are we fumbling with this same concept like we're fumbling over every other concept?
Is it a refuge? A means of escape that one dreams about every time the world seems like a burden too heavy to bear.
Is it meant to be referred in the traditional conventional sense where you can have sneak peek at your almighty?
Is it where those who leave Earth meet for a huge fest where there are an abundance of superbly delicious food?
Or is it everything you want it to be and more?
~ You know, if I could hear her she could tell me how it is. Whether its up in the blue, blue sky where only the fluffiest of fluffiest clouds are found. Or if its merely within my reach, only I'm too blind to see it. I wonder if she's frustrated with me now since I can't hear her. I'd do anything to hear you! Anything. I'd leave now if you asked me to 'cause I really don't see the point in all of this. What hurts the most is that you never did say goodbye. I know it was hurried and it wasn't your fault but even the miner remembered or was I not that important to you?