Alive

“A guy once asked me how I feel about the afterlife, if there is one,

I started - I bet it's beautiful, for those that have came and gone as easily. For those that have been humane in this unjust world.

I believe.

I believe after life, is more life.

Maybe if we're lucky we'll come back as things we've once loved.

You'll live on the rim of your mothers coffee.

As sweet as ever.

You'll come as waves, crashing on the shore, then still.

You'll be summer

And winter

You'll be always.

You'll be alive, at last.”