about life and death

... There is no truth about life and death. No one knows where we come from nor where are we headed. But I enjoy believing that there is life after death. Over there, somewhere in the Netherworld, the Soul lives, free of the body weight. There we can be better and free of the shackles of the material needs. And the tormenting thoughts about them.

Do you realize how cruel we are, we the people, when we are content? Do you realize how cruelly we punish the other not even thinking that tomorrow we might switch places? And so naively we believe in our lucky star? Which one is it? Where is it? Perhaps within the heart...

And the lie... so sweet... caressing so gently... The lie that you are loved... that you are missed... that you will never become "tired of"...

... It rains outside. The sky weeps with me. The raindrops blend with my tears. And zig zag. Down on my face. And on the earth. Rivulets, like paths to nowhere