There were times that every single tear told you a story… The frightening story of losing… There were times that the heart was broken and made you wonder how you could ever live without it broken… There were times that you trampled ethics and wondered if heaven holds the evil ones or the blessed souls… or perhaps both the bad and the good…

There are still times that temptation makes me say what you don’t like to hear… and I’m still wondering if that is wise or not… What if heaven holds the not-so-wise people… What if I don’t want to taste heaven at all… What if heaven exists right inside your broken heart…

What if there is no heaven at all…

S