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I hate thinking of no life after death... it makes me feel sick, like there's no point to being alive other than breeding. When my time comes, I think my soul will leave my body and go to this sort of limbo where I will look over my life and remember all the lessons I learnt. Then I will get a choice... to go to the nice place with fluffy white clouds and angels or to come back to earth to live one more time. Thats my theory anyway
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting
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