Heaven

I could almost touch Heaven. I prayed for Hell to let me see before I caught sight of the other end. Hell wouldn’t answer. With my fingertips, I touched the clouds, and, at some point, became addicted to their softness. I didn’t mean to, and yet, one ordinary day, I found myself trying to hold on to the white of them…to their inconsistent shapes… Silly me, I should know better. 

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