Suicide was a mortal luxury not afforded to angels.
And that's when I realised that a mans' ego was like fruit; easily bruised.
How easy it was to fall in love with every moment of her existence!
Gorgeous, glowing rays of light...This was what true beauty and goodness looked like-- a spectral, luminescent gathering of beings so pure it hurt to look directly at them, like the most glorious eclipse, or maybe Heaven itself.
Free will...it's all the rage these days
You must remember how to dream what you already know.