At the edge of the ocean I see clearly, knowing I have already been there.

Running amok without responsibility, shoes, or splinters. Just grass and sky and and feeling high.

Paradise would be always feeling at peace, content, regardless of circumstances. It comes from within.

I look forward to never

needing to think about

what someone might do to me.

An afterlife? Not my style.

A warm beach, cool drink, good company, no worries? Bingo.

On the diamond escalator with my energy orb, smiling. I’ll leave it at the door.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Silence. Silence.

Peace.

I am looking forward to certainty; never again doubting, worrying, and wavering between unbelief and faith.