"Lay down on my shoulder. I'll keep you safe and warm." The heaven seems to be saying. Safe. Warm. Is that what the heaven really offers? Then how does the hell look like?
Oftentimes, I would wonder if I'm still alive. Fortunately, I am breathing. There's this thing inside me flowing, contained in tubes; that anytime can either spurt or bleed. Yes, there's something inside me beating, as normal as it can, to the extent that I bet I would not notice if it would ever stop. More than anything, there's hurt, inside me. Hurt that's keeping me more than alive, awake each night, alone in my bed, comforted by my tears. I'm probably alive, right? Yes. I am. Because in what circumstances would these evidences be here if I was not?