heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
there's an army of bodies under this river. criminals, people who ran out of time, out of friends.
the next time they drag this river, they'll find me on the bottom with the rest of them. and there won't be anybody left to say i was different.
i could feel the dead down there, just below my feet. reaching up to welcome me as one of their own.
it was an easy mistake to make.
i don't believe in heaven.
but i have this idea about it.