Hold my hand, guide me! Bring me back to life and show me how it can be. I once was alive and I forgot how it works. Take my hand, infold it in yours and let me feel your warmth. I want to feel the squeeze, I want to sense the striation of your skin. Your other hand holding my head and with one single touch everything bad disappears.
What will life after death be like? Should one even ask this question? I’m sure it has a reason why we do not know that. And I am sure that we will find out the day of our death.
I always imagine this as follows: Continue reading
