A tiny piece of heaven accessible to the world, but mercilessly denied to you, got distilled into an epitome of contentment in your head, a tiny piece of unattainable heaven left you gasping in more ways than one, a tiny piece of heaven on the horizon, where the stars go to sleep, to burn, to sizzle, to die, but where you couldn’t as you had to live, cold, unnatural, shatter but live, you had to find your own fuel to burn. A tiny piece of heaven, by merciless denial, proved to be your making, a tiny piece of heaven lived up to its name in a contradictory way you didn’t think existed but it did. It did. Some day you shall find your own and understand.