After forever

Happily. Ever. After.

After.

After comes later than one would expect from fairytales.

Fairytales do not tell you the lows, the hurt and the blows.

Blows that can no longer touch you, in the After.

In the After, there is true bliss.

In the After, there is no hunger.

In the After, there is always light.

And what about night? I hear you ask.

In the After, there is no night.

We do not need the night.

We do not need to sleep.

We do not even need to eat.

We simply are.

In the After, I live in a garden.

A Garden of the Dead.

In the After, I bask in the Eternal Light

And feel, at last, content.