Imagine,
being so scared of not knowing
what happens after death,
that you create a place in your head where your spirit goes afterwards. Now,
imagine being so blind,
that you fail to see
that the life we live
offers us infinite possibilities
of happines.
We can live in hell,
or we can change what we don't like and smile more at the parts of life
we enjoy.
I can't say I blame people
for wanting life after death.
I love this life too much for it to end 🤙
- Me (4/23/20)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
