maybe that’s it, maybe that’s what heaven is.
Your brain stores love in a very particular place, it imprints, it digs in ,maybe it actually changes your DNA.
At the end of your life, through the Pineal gland, Love is released.
You get to feel every moment of it again. Every moment you felt for others, every moment that was felt for you.
If I had a dream about my dead cat, it wasn’t a dream about heaven, or God, or any afterlife shit… probably just an echo of love.
You felt some shit.
A person, a family member, a friend, a homeless stranger,, whatever it is…
You felt some shit.
Your fucking brain wrinkled a little and it sticks with you in your sleep.
There’s something there.
I wouldn’t mind feeling it all again.
dawn 