As I sat and thought about the people that were once part of my life, I always start wondering about where they are or what they are doing. I wonder if they are happy. I wonder if they have achieved their dreams. Sometimes, I wonder if they are still alive. And if they are still alive, do they ever wonder about me?
There is a darkness that we are all born from. There is a darkness that we will return to. Some people find that darkness unnerving. They view the darkness as evil. I don't see the darkness as anything but a temporary waiting room before i'm reborn as something new. I wonder if my friends are waiting in that darkness. Waiting for their time to come back. Will they remember me when they do?