I heard him say to me that heaven was inside his heart and inside the depths of his soul. All one has to do was to reach deep inside their minds and clear their thoughts into something as pure as the crystals reflecting off onto the ocean when the sun sets. Then the gates of heaven would open before us, beckon us to a world with no sorrow and no pain but that of relief, of ever-flowing sunlight caressing our skins and our hearts. There would be fresh water dispersing into trails of gushing stream, tickling the soles of our feet as we dip ourselves under its fresh clear body. Sadly, he realized too soon that his heaven was only a figment of the mind, a fickle shard of light that disappeared as soon as his eyes opened. He discovered in utter despair that his heaven was no heaven but a dream with no roads and no return.
He had too much faith in finding happiness on his own.