What is inside of us? he asked. Heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, a brain, some form of a soul? he continued.

Watching rain fall on an August morn. He breathed in and out. A potbelly stomach goes in and out as well. His heart beats.

It’s the soul that wanders. Perhaps irregular. Or, maybe it is its regular state to wander. Green trees shine in the rain.

He goes back and forth with thoughts of God. Does he even want to meet him face to face? His breath quickened. A fast pace of the heart. Maybe this is death? he said. But, I see no light. My life has not flashed before my eyes. I have no regrets.

The heart stopped. His eyes stared towards Heaven. Only he knows.