I don't know what I believe about where we go when we die. But I know that sometimes I dream about you so vividly that you must be somewhere, still alive. I wonder if you're somewhere thinking about me; dreaming about me, like I am of you. Are we really meeting somewhere in the unconscious while we sleep? I wonder...what did you think about me when you were still alive?
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Reckoning
PuisiPoetry & Prose • Book 2 of the Darkness & Light series • Kind of a chaotic, dark work of poetry and prose. Reckoning is the burning down of worlds, the blurring of the lines between darkness and light.
