"I take trips to what I call heaven quite often.", he said.
"Why would you want to go there?", she wondered.
"So that I can smile at the snow, trees, sky, dirt... and none of them get jealous of me doing what comes naturally."
Out of sight, out of mind is the only cliché that is fundamentally untrue.
But it is justified with whatever justification...
"I tried to tell the sunset I was there...it still wandered off."
I have an app for that...but the sunrise doesn't care.
So I'll take trips to heaven instead.
The sunset and the sunrise always leave me...to deal with their repro...cushions.
Was it always necessary to inspire light into the darkness
Some of it should have been left alone
Bittered and broken by itself
No need for the likes of this state of mind
I take trips to the heavens.
I talk to the sky
I find gold in what's not set in stone
Darkness misunderstands that
Not worth the time.
Watch...it will fall back into its own self if you give it time.
Poor, misunderstood darkness.
Pity it not...it'll show you no respect.
"Who questions the man that often takes trips to heaven?"
Let his church be where he dwells
Let his faith be unsung
Let his worth be determined by the innocent
Let his value be hailed by those he's touched
And let his morals educate.
But don't ever let him say that he is omnipotent.
"It's only a matter of time before she goes down."