"Locked out of Heaven”
Story by: Jezreel Ian Manuel
Well, I'm wondering. What am I doing here? ? ? Do I really deserve to be in this kind of place? Everything is white and shiny, No Despair. No Fights, No Sadness, everything is organized and clean. All you can feel is just the word; PEACE. As I walk throughout this place, it seems like I’m inside a single room. Feeling isolated and confused. Still, All I can see is pure white and it makes me feel even more horrible.
"Naah, What am I doing here!?." That's the only phrase that is currently inside my mind. I close my eyes to meditate and recall what