The little white orb moved from room to room.. showing me the sadness and happines of ghost..
  But for small moments like this mean the biggest of answers..
To such questions I only asked when I was on the otherside..
I found truth where it later had to be cut out from existence that truly did not exist..
Or did it?
What I found where answers inside the fire..
Even more so when there was nothing left to burn..
I pulled branches off of dead trees and continued my midnight fire..
Just for a little longer..
The words came to me there..
The white orb is real..
It has always been there..
  In some form or the other..
And I smile because I know of the existence outside of this realm..
  I wish there is some way for me to show all of you..
But you will all see what I see soon enough..
Or later.. (SMILES)