Memoirs

Everything is bright and blue  and nothing dares to wrinkle the perfect surface of these waters here in heaven We try to not look down it hard to see through murky waters anyways, who care what happens in the depths of hell when we live up  to our potential here in heaven we are all busy greeting angels gentle to also greet us and hope one day they'll open doors for us us marching triumphantly as we glide  above the superficial waters and we look up to higher heavens we look so high we can't be bothered to acknowledge our need for cleaning and renewing  we dismiss the very plain existence of pain,  the needs for listening to those we do not hold in favors we dismiss if we can hear at all theirs messages as well as the muddy signal from our depths there are no mistakes, we do not tolerate them in our heavens