September 14, 2023

Sometimes I wonder if,

Death,

Is like satellites in space,

Endlessly floating.

I wonder if,

When we enter nothingness,

Vacuums mute our thoughts,

So we forget,

The suffering we endured in the life before?

I wonder if,

Like satellites,

When solar flares erupt,

We too come alive,

To a momentary realization,

Of our existence.

I wonder if,

Our souls,

When floating in a graveyard,

Reflect on the life they lived,

And dream of more,

Dreaming of when they get another chance.

Floating in a graveyard,

Where will they fly to next?