I was happy. Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was alright, I knew it.
Time didn't mean anything, nothing had form, but I was still me, you know? And I was warm, and I was loved, and I was finished. Complete. I don't understand theology, dimension, any of it really, but I think I was in heaven. And now I'm not.
I was torn out of there, pulled out by my friends. Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch... this is hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the next, knowing what I've lost.
They can never know.
Gee, I don't know. I'm not sure I'm even supposed to. But if you have something to say to go in this space, just email it to me and I'll put it up pronto.