Heaven, if it exists, must be a sexual moment, frozen in time.
A true journey of discovering isn’t about changing our surroundings, but about changing the way we see.
There’s always beauty…
Even in times of horror…
Or old age.
We are going out to eat, drink and dance.
Because sadness is going to disappear forever.
I see myself floating in time and space, growing old despite the losses and betrayal, the night terrors and the lurking nightmare.
This is the real me.
There will always, always be beauty.
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