No Surprises.

I'll take a break today. Silent. So there will be no surprises today. Just the song on repeat.
I'll take myself out for a walk to rounded hills, with cotton clouds casted over the blue colored canvas, a scenery littered with tiny dots of white sheep and blue cows.
I'll build myself a pretty treehouse with a pretty garden. I will play with kids I invite every evening; around a fireplace at night, where I will tell them stories long forgotten, but always bring a tear of joy and sadness to us all.
Only the beautiful ones will be here, those aching, heavy-burdened, tired, blind, thirsty, deaf, hungry, those who don't belong in the other world.
There won't be angel wings here, white-sewn garments, and you won't turn into something you're not. You won't be high here. You won't be asking for more. You'll be infinitely contented with your finitude. There is nothing eternal about here. There is nothing difficult here. There are only you and everyone you see here. You won't think of anything before, now and after. You will just look at this new world and smile. You have the best thing you will ever have.

And all day long, you will create, with this happiness, and paint a new scenery, over and over again, and yet keep it refreshing and new each dawn.
Here we are all beautiful. There we are all sad. Here and There, we are.