Life after death is riddled with beauty, light seems crisp and radiant, darkness, not as profound, love intense enough to influence arrhythmia, and hate as fierce as plush cotton, every breath I take is a gift from the heavens, and every experience I endure, a privilege, these eyes, although damaged, see beyond the previous limitations of my former self, I am reborn, a child of the universe, master of my own destiny, there is nothing any more graceful.
Miguel Evans 27
