For a friend lost and found.

What is loss?

Whiskey is warm.

Of the recurring experiences that are likely just sleep paralysis.

Temptation is a good judge of character.

Heaven is a weird place. No one was simply happy, no! Everyone was ecstatic! The vibrant surrounds blinding and over saturated. While you're there everything is legitimately exciting and pleasing etc, but once you escape the realm it'll feel like you were trapped in a mirrorhouse with creepy clowns. Worth a visit for sure.

"mein fire doth flicker" Because lets just disregard all the rules of language.

If they aren't honest with you, they aren't your friends. They're acquaintances.

Boring yet honest cliches describing the start of self respect.

I forget why exactly, but I remember that no capitals were to be used in this piece. I'll respect my previous self's wishes, but the heading stays as is.