Heaven

I'll show you how special one breath is.

I'd teach you to breathe like humans should, like every atom of oxygen flowing through your lungs creates a new flower bud on the ivy curling about your ribcage. Like each breath is heaven itself, because what if this is it?

I'd pull you by your skinny wrist to the street down the block, where you could see the fireworks without the trees getting in the way, and we'd lay on our backs and look up at humankind's handmade stars. I'd show you how to see the glitter in the air instead of the smoke, just for a second. I'd illustrate the pleasures of innocence, of molding to world to see what you wish. Because this, this could be all we get of heaven.