I Have Random Thoughts Of Randomness

I am walking through the hell, watching heaven. Heaven smells wonderful. like a marrow breeze petting grasses on a hill under an old apple tree at a summer night under a sky full of stars. The hell feels unbearable, like crushing man's bones under pressure. If I manage to go out of hell, I will save as much as I can. Because they were people that tried to save me, even though they couldn't.