Loss Could Be Used As A Measure

I Live In A World Where Two Truths Coexist: Where Both Hell And Hope Lie In The Palm Of My Hand

I Would Like To Tell You That I Am, And You Will One Day Be, Forever Safe.

As If In The Other Side Of His Kiss There Could Ve A New Life

For Me, Heaven Would Be A Lack Of Alienation. The Whole Time I Was Growing Up, I Felt Comfort Was Inherently Evil. I Think That For Me Heaven Isn't About Couches And Milk Shakes And Never Having A Troubling Thought Again.

Well, It's My Voice, So It's More Accessible That Way, And There Are Also All Sorts Of Things Like Plot And Timelines That Are Already Known Entities, So For Me, It's Very Different From Writing Fiction.