i remember heaven. but i cant remember if it is a memory from catholic school or a memory from before i came back here. there are so many things that have shifted on the timeline. it gets harder and harder each day to keep everything in order. but in the end, the process of remembering anything seems to be enough.
i remember drugs, so i no longer need drugs. i remember friends, so i no longer need friends. i remember sex, so i no longer need sex. i remember god, so i no longer need god. i remember heaven, so i no longer need heaven.