The Point After
You may have told me
What it is like to die,
But the fact remains
Afterlife remains a mystery.
Could it be a forest of light
Or a wasteland of fire?
Perhaps it is a blank
Slate of unconsciousness.
We may become one
With the stars once more,
Or perhaps we will awake
From these dreams we’ve been living.
One day I will pass on
And my body will decompose,
But what happens to my soul?
Perhaps it’s where it’s life begins.
Notes
POSTED Friday November 13th
About Me
...been sitting at home at 3 am in the morning wondering about what people would feel when they read your thoughts, your dreams, your ideas? You begin to think about the times in the past where writing about these kinds of things was basically a huge piece of your life. I stare at the page, much like I have done many times before and see a place in which I can dump the abundant thoughts in my head. I sit here, write here, and wait, simply to see the reactions of my friends, enemies and those that I have not met yet.
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