"Think we're infinite?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't know. Do you think that we're temporary? Like, this is it? This could be the end and then it's nothing? Complete nonexistence? For all we know some big asteroid could hurtle down and blow us all to smithereens."
"I don't know. I haven't given it much thought."
"Ugh. Do you ever give anything much thought? I mean, existence is something we should contemplate, right?"
"I mean...I guess...I just figure that if we can't know, why worry? I mean, how would I know if souls exist? We're not infinite, we're mortal. Everyone dies. Whether or not we go anywhere after isn't something I know. I guess I'd like to know. But I'd have to go straight to God and ask."
"Okay then. Let's go. We'll walk straight up to God, bang on the pearly gates and ask. You hear me up there God?! Is this it?! Are you real?!"
"Whoa, pipe down! They'll hear you and we'll be busted. They'll make us go back to our cabins."
"Oh, yeah. I don't want that. I want to stay with you. Snuggle."
"But what about the supposed asteroid hurtling to end our puny existence?"
"That's okay. At least I won't die alone."
"Yeah, me too."
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
