i cling back to dark lines
scribbled on the walls
of the downtown alleys
amidst all the spray paint
colouring the blind ends
in unknown patterns
and anonymous nameswhat if it all melts down
to a mere existence
of you, you and you
and a little part of me
as the rest of me is nothin'
but you, you and you
doodled on my fragile skinwhat if all this spray paint
makes love with the walls
all hidden in the shadows
when darkness dawns
in the arms of tonight
holdin' this utter gloom
and its undulant motionwhat if this consummation
is blessed by neon lights
blinking drunkenly
above the neighborhood
enveloped in the low kiss
of heavenly euphoria
trickling down your lipswhat if i get to see it all
despite the sweet influence
of heroin rollin' in my veins
and get to watch the mess
swept away by the breeze
on the rooftop, to embrace
this love of neon and darkbut what if this taste of drugs
that's made me an addict
is available in heaven
and has nothing to do
with the corridors of hell
and what if only heaven has
these neon blinking boards?Author's Note
I've often thought about this. Is paradise the same for everyone? Like is it a garden for all? A standard place? Or will it vary according to every person's standard of happiness? I've often heard people holding views like they take drugs because heaven won't have them or they do sins because they won't have the pleasure of doing sins in heaven. But what if heaven has exactly what they want? Neon boards and drugs and all? So they do it temporarily here just to lose the chance of having it all forever? I can talk on and on, write a book about this but these are complicated and conflicting matters and I don't want to say something wrong. I just feel that we should have faith in God that He understands what we want and if it's something sinful such that we have to sacrifice it in order to enter paradise, then I'm sure God would let us have what we want no matter what it is when we enter paradise. So if my paradise is an alley adorned with neon boards and signs, it might be just like that. Who knows. =)❤
Much Love,
Hazel
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