I hate

I wonder what heaven looks like. I wonder this as an atheist. Is it space, sailing among stars? Is it merely a concept, eternally to be determined, determined by fate?

Someday time will stop

Abruptly at that,

And he’ll come for me

The boy with stars on his face 

He lives in my mind, and I find him alive in my dreams

June 8th 11:30 am- 6 days 

I have 6 days. Nothing more, nothing less, and that should scare me, make me anxious, something, but it doesn’t. I have a plan. 

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