heaven

to me, heaven wouldn’t have to be so perfect. it can have sadness, or at least not be without poignance.  or maybe it should encourage the whole range of emotions you feel the most--or all of them.

what if heaven started with your music library, all of them, the entirety of the music you’ve ever collected.  you get to listen to each song once, and cleanse and think and cry and remember, but you only get to listen once.  and then you have to listen to library all over again, and that’s it, heaven, all the music in the world over and over again at the end of your life.  iTunes always says the total amount of time your music would add up to, those would be the years you live in heaven, until you become infinity years old.

or the years could be turned into seasons.  summer is your music library, autumn is your poetry, spring is the art that has inspired you, and winter will be all the stories you’ve read.

only until recently have i felt that the afterlife, or a place like heaven, these places would be boring.  i have never known how to balance out the idea of meddling with something that is everything i could ever want, but i've always felt compelled to defy this idea.  it is only until now that i realize art is where i could live forever.