What Comes After

I never thought I would find myself here,


Balanced between eternity and the present; realizing that there is no difference in between them.


Death sits below me as I consider falling into its arms. At least death will embrace me.


At least death can look past my mask.


And so I jump.


Thousands of feet and years rush toward my limp body and then, cold and stillness; nothing more.


Or so I believed.



But I was wrong.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's not finished, on purpose. The idea, for now, is for it to be a conversation starter; a point of reflection. Enjoy the descent...

joshomac's picture

Death, the ultimate

Death, the ultimate salvation.

Suffering, life's greatest teacher.

Beyond the scope of light,

Beyond the reach of dark..

Seraphim's picture

Death is only the beginning.

Death is only the beginning.

Post Tenebras Spero Lucem