01/11/2025
I imagine when I die, I will be surrounded by love though I can’t say I believe in the below or above, in a life thereafter or anything for that matter, maybe nothingness I will finally understand when I go but since I am here and I still can toy with the unknown, I envision deep laugher and butterflies like fresh snow tickling my spirit as it lives amongst fields of wildflowers and horses the energy of people I have missed with the feeling of music that may live on forever, there may not be a sound but if I could paint it in a picture, there would be colors unconceivable to the naked human eyes warmth that is radiating to the rainbows in the sky peace that we weren’t born to find, love that we thought we would lost but survived.
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-វឡែន