I fear oblivion.
I fear disappearing from the minds of my friends and family.
I don't want them to forget me.
I don't want them to forget what happened to me.
I don't want them to forgive my murderer.
I lay here on a cloud. Heaven was exactly what I dreamt it was. The streets were paved with gold. Colors that I could never dream of were all around me. It was peaceful here: beautiful here. Everything that you could want was at your finger tips... Yet I prefer laying on my soft cloud: longing to feel for earth.