I had a friend who seemed so empty to me I honestly thought I could fit mountains in his soul. However, We’d stay up talking Until 5:00 am. Those nights I swear the hours where actually minutes. We’d tell each other things we hated, wanted to change, wanted to do, and things we believed in.
4 years pass and I can still vividly remember the sound his voice made when he tried to force the words to tell me what happened. That night I listened to the sad silence for hours. I think he spent this time asking god why? He always told me heaven was too far away for a good reason. I always assumed it was because you’d want to visit the ones who were gone, but this time I think it was so we couldn’t egg the heavens.