I wonder if I’m meant to live with these devils as I watch you above from the pit of my brimstone. I feel nostalgia for a love that never was. I sometimes think to myself that I crave your ghostly touch and phantom embrace. It’s a love that could never be consummated but I’m content to just send love letters with singed edges. My kisses are smoke signals that choke you and my embrace is as comforting as fresh embers on bare feet. The heaviest burden I carry is that I chose this life and I continue to live and choose this life innumerable times with all its pain and joy and in all its suffering. I don’t regret my decision. Better to find solace here than to rail against God in Heaven.