I was thinking about death recently. I'm not sure heaven would be a cloud city, but i want to believe we get our own little pocket dimensions or realities we get to create and morph at will. If it works like that, and i'm really gonna make an effort to try when i'm on the other side, i'm gonna make a dark and gritty, yet beautiful world. Those of you who read my stuff know that i got a thing for rainy days, so in my world i want it to a place that rarely has sunshine but always has a refreshing cool sky of grey clouds. I want the atmosphere to play piano, string orchestras, and other types of musical sounds in a harmonic and slow way. And then i want to present my world to an angel, and ask him or her to dance with me in that cold yet invigorating rain. Atop the highest cliffs of a smooth stone rectangular prism reaching the skies yet not far enough to deafen the sound of the shores below, i will make a house and live in the warmth of a nearby fire...
thinking of the beauty i want to experience for eternity.
This isn't the only life i want to live in my world. I want to switch between a life with the little things like cleaning my stuff, taking care of a pet, making my bed, preparing food, enjoying that food, and whatever else i think i need to do. Then after i've finished my chores, i want to live like a god and soar the skies, living everyday like a dream. A life where i never have to fear anything ever again. The thing i want most is an endless dream after death.