I’m preparing for the next world
My dreams tell me so.
The worlds to which I travel
Night by night I move closer to the light.
Or is it dark?
Which is better?
I have always preferred dusk.
There are seas of souls floating in misty lakes
People I’ve never met.
I will be a new person soon
I will get another start.
Did I mess up this life I wonder?
Did I sleep through it all ?
Some of us were made to dream
Some to plough soil.
Don’t blame me for the ethereal life
Although I try not to blame myself.
In the next one I won’t.
In the next one I will try to remember my original sin
Do we carry the memories through instinct? Gut feeling?
I hope so.
At least then I might have the inner strength of all the ‘me’s’ before.
Each life I live or have lived will propel me through those mists to the better body
The better life.
I hope I don’t forget my struggles.
I hope I’m kinder.
At least I will get to be a child again.
But I’ll miss this.
I hope your skin on mine will feel the same next time around.