it’s how i know im not dead.
i have a feeling one of two things happens
when we die
either we turn into worm food and get recycled
or we go to Heaven and party hearty.
something tells me that if theres an awesome kickass
capable of creating gravity
He’s not going to bother himself with some sort of
to punish people
i think he’d just recycle the wicked.
therefore i know im still alive when im freaked out.
in a strange way it’s a good feeling
to feel my heart beat
the hairs to rise on my neck
and goosebumps to appear
on her legs.
as summer stretches and yawns across may