What is Heaven?

A Story by Shade Teller

We were asked in class what we thought heaven was. Well, these are my scrambled sample of what I think.

A Heaven to me is to simply be free. Free of pain. Free of doubt. Free of memories. Existing in a place where I can enjoy the better things that I missed. Like walking down a lone road, with fall trees standing above me on each side, readying themselves for the coming rain. Though it seems to be a gloomy sky, it is a beautiful gray that coexists perfectly with the tips of the white mountain barely being covered by the clouds cloak. The wind blows but only enough for it to be pleasant and warming, though the slightest chill can be felt.

The thoughts are what I would want to be gone the most. Some of the most terrifying things happened mainly in the mind. Wouldn't it be nice to forget all that. There was nothing worth remembering in the thoughts. But those memories will always be there and can't be forgotten.

What is Heaven?

Simply being free of what I used to be.