The scab is torn off once again from a cut that has actually never had the chance to heal.

And maybe it won’t completely heal.

Here.

Heaven feels close today. I want it that way. That way, my focus, is where it needs to be.

Everything has a purpose. A reason.

Even the pain?

Even the pain.

It all is tangled together.

We all came from The Creator who embodies it all. Shouldn’t then everything be mixed within us?

The joy. The hurt. The smiles. The memories. The tears.