I picture heaven as a garden, definitely. One that is perfect in climate and though you wander around so many souls, you don’t have to be seen if you don’t want to. I do want to, though. Be seen. I’ve never been seen. Not even by me. I want to sing wherever I can get away with singing without upsetting God or my granny or my mother. I cause a lot of upset on this earth. Being the kind of person I am. I’ve done only one holy thing in my life and that was sing.
