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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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The melody begins, softly and small,

Rhythmic and sweetly it asks for a dance. 

Gracefully she moves like leaves in the fall,

Her passion is fueled by wild romance.

The audience smiles for they do not know,

He watches 

Is he caught in the rain or blinded by the floodlights? 

The neon wires burn his gaze, spelling out hotel 

The wind cuts through his trench coat, encasing his body and mind in an icy glaze,

like a human, I take comfort in what I know best. 

I'll hide in my favorite spaces, and worry about how I'll have to leave them. 

I'm terrible at living in the moment, it seems like a task for future me.