In the after, my soul swims in the heavens, and flies in the river.
I fall into the abysmal sky, free-falling into bliss.
No more pain, no more hunger, no more worry in The After.
Its emptiness is full, and the loneliness keeps me company.
No colors, no shapes,no sounds in The After.
It's paradise, but it's hell.
I float here for eternity, grounded on this plane.
With nothing but my memories, I will soon loose myself.
But everything except my memories keeps my mind intact.
My shapeless form wanders through nothing.
It encounters everything and knows it all.
I am everything but I know nothing.
In The After I think about my life.
I wonder I've done enough.
Maybe I did too much.
But now I'm in The After, so it doesnt really matter I suppose.
Its the little things you miss in The After.
Like eating and drinking, and sleeping and waking,
talking and listening, and running and resting.
And its all forgotten in The After
