what_must_be_heaven squint I am peering through curtains of careless hair looking through a 4x6 window at what must be heaven. and exhaling my inhalation of your halo and your aura eminating from these photos of you in colours of your past. I feel myself slice through clouds and the pure cotton candy texture swiftly spreads beside my wings into a fog surrounding me in a beautiful white oblivion. at this altitude, i feel my heart could burst just because of you and this and once we land on solid ground my feet will still only glide along as i finally breathe mortal oxygen. 020525 ... farmfish this is bein' very cool. 020526 ... starved brief moment of you resting in my arms, my fingers twirling about in your hair your eyes closed a contented sigh and the beginnings of a smile playing out on the corners of your lips but i number amongst the fallen, and so it comes to pass that this heaven could never be mine in which to dwell 020526 ... blown cherry Love is love - overrides all. Fallen or not, it is irrelevant. Love is not, however, something you can so easily fob off in a whirl of self-depracation. And heaven being a place to dwell? No one lives in heaven forever. The idea of eternal peace and happiness is a facade, trickery. How could you continue to appreciate something so utterly beautiful if you were not reminded every now and again of the cruel pain that so starkly contrasts it? If you can, let yourself dwell there for a little while though. Drink up every moment you can. What else is there worth living for? 020611 ... squint is actually the chewed up remains of my earphone wires. 021011 what's it to you? who go blather from