auntblabby wrote:
IF i was in heaven, i'd feel like +10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Had felt a glimpse of that. It was crazy. It's nothing I could've imagined and ever felt before that.
A part of me always feels that, only knows that, and is essentially that...
A part of me I can always reach, like a toddler asking it's parent to carry and cuddle.
But, like any parent, this part of me deems I should not be spoilt and practically told me to focus at the lessons at school we call life.

The same can be true with everyone else.
That is, if, one figured how to 'communicate'. Or stumbled upon accident -- I sort of did.
But I'm sure, by experience; crying, pouting and demanding for it won't work.
And that's, how and 'why' people 'blame' God and 'curse' the heavens. Or the world. Or everything, really.
Cause they don't know how to how to tell their higher yet metamorphical version of their families/friends to lift them up -- so they blame them for not 'listening' or 'being there' or 'not giving what they want'.
It's like any communication issue, really.
And even if I had stumbled upon it, and experienced it.
Like in this very life time, with me and words themselves...
I suck at it.

And apparently, I had always suck at it long before I was born.