Carolina Deslandes - Heaven
You never know what your last conversation with someone will be like.
It could be something trivial like "Hey, did you get milk?", or if you're lucky, something deep like "I love you".
Sometimes you don't even say anything, you're just too busy or too angry.
You never know that the last day is the last day until it comes and isn't it crazy?
How we spend our lives making calls, getting calls, sending texts, screaming, laughing, making every little decision about our days and nights.
Planning every bit of your existence and then, all of the sudden, it's gone, people are gone and you don't have that second chance to hug them, to kiss them, to tell them that they mean so much.
And you find yourself praying, sending our words into a void, hoping that someone will get them in the other side, and you find that little bit of faith, that little hope that tells you that maybe, maybe the last words are the ones you're saying now, and maybe, just maybe, someone is listening to them in the little place called heaven.
It could be something trivial like "Hey, did you get milk?", or if you're lucky, something deep like "I love you".
Sometimes you don't even say anything, you're just too busy or too angry.
You never know that the last day is the last day until it comes and isn't it crazy?
How we spend our lives making calls, getting calls, sending texts, screaming, laughing, making every little decision about our days and nights.
Planning every bit of your existence and then, all of the sudden, it's gone, people are gone and you don't have that second chance to hug them, to kiss them, to tell them that they mean so much.
And you find yourself praying, sending our words into a void, hoping that someone will get them in the other side, and you find that little bit of faith, that little hope that tells you that maybe, maybe the last words are the ones you're saying now, and maybe, just maybe, someone is listening to them in the little place called heaven.
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