There is a place I’ve seen that reminds of something i thought was dead inside of me. In this place, the pain does not exist. There is a laughter in the air, but you cannot hear it. It is more of a feeling.. I would imagine the feeling could be compared to what a butterfly must feel in its first moments, when it emerges from the confinement of its cocoon. In this place, love is the air.. It is the fruit of the vine, and the breeze that carries with it a sigh of bliss. Somehow, the entire universe is made to fit just inside this so very small but so extravagantly wonderful place. The stars there are so bright that I find it hard to look away at times. I am addicted to it’s beauty. But then you blink, and I’m taken from it. How terrible it is, that i can’t stare into your eyes during every moment of the fleeting days and nights that so rapidly escape us. My heaven is there. Inside of you.