New poem out now: "We're all really dying."
Someone asked me if I believed in the afterlife and I don't. I believe the dead are dead which is final, but he thinks otherwise; including evidence apparently.
None of us really know what happens when we die. And if some are close to dying, we all will have different experiences anyways. People will see things and start believing, others won't bat an eye and wait for their time to come.
I've always thought death was the final moment, which is why I'm not scared of facing it. And since almost being able to face it, it seems like I can't wait to see what happens to us.
I'm fairly impatient to find answers.