Utopia

I think I know what it feels like to be kicked out of heaven. The fall from grace. The break. The punishment that feels like centuries. No wonder there is an obsession with heaven- a place we can never touch again. 

My thoughts are mine. And yet when we touched the sky, I told you about every thought I ever had. You called our Utopia Cloud Number Nine. I wonder if you know that’s what you said, or whether I made it up inside my head.