Its nothing isn't it?
When at last you hover above,
Your lifeless body in that coffin,
Watching the people around you cry.
It's weird isn't it?
That your face is somehow not yours anymore,
But yet its somehow you,
And you wonder how that face ever belonged?
It's even more strange isn't it?
To watch people mourn for you,
When you feel you are the one who should mourn for them,
Because you see it, the path and have angels and saints...
To escort you to that new chapter of being...
Maybe its not the same belief of the world, but I so strongly feel that people who have left us will be weeping for us. Ironically we weep when they leave, but I believe they are in a much MUCH better place, waiting for us to share that beautiful joy that earth will never be able to ever provide.
