Upstairs Wherever

I'm listening to Citizen Cope and talking to God and my mom at the same time. Its interesting. I wonder if you can say stuff out loud and everybody in heaven hears it if they want to. I wonder if she's sitting on a rock looking down in my life and the rest of my family's lives. If she just saw me pick my nose. Yes, I too do it. I wonder if there's nosepicking in Heaven. Maybe that's only in hell, 'cause as enjoyable as it can be, sometimes you just irritate the nose. I wonder if my mom gets to see me now, like I really am. She gets to see all the sick stuff I do or think when I'm alone. She gets to see the whole picture of me. What percentage of me could she have known on this earth? Probably like sixty or seventy percent. Maybe more. Maybe she understood more than I realize. But what's she doing now? Is she watching me? Or are they too busy up there worshiping God? If its timeless, I guess there's no darkness, which makes me think they don't sleep. So what do they do all the time? My Heaven is full of mountains and greenness and running water and perfect temperatures with slight breezes and birds that make it sound like easter all the time. Nobody ever gets winded when they climb the mountains, and there is endless, unexplored wilderness. You can eat if you want, but its not necessary. It just tastes good. There's alcohol, but it doesn't get you drunk. There's coffee, but it doesn't give you a kick. It all just tastes good. And there are pretty girls. But you don't lust after them. You just admire them. And they smile as they walk. And so do you. Because you're in Heaven, and that's what Heaven is. All the good without any of the bad.