Our heaven

Our heaven

Just let me die now. Let this be heaven. The early afternoon when the sun hangs just above the trees. That summer air made hazy and yellow. The little breeze in the trees. Long shadows on the wall. This lazy world in sepia. Maybe if I die right now, at this very instant, this imprint of the world will become eternity and I won’t have to leave. I close my eyes, and the last thing I see is the state where I stay frozen like a Polaroid.

This small house with all its problems. The old windows. The bad insulation. The pipe in the basement that overflows when you do laundry and dishes at the same time. The weeds in the front. The awful

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