Death Is Not The End - Tumblr Posts
What if after my death, you will still find me sitting by that window staring at the moon in that moonlit night.
What if even when my body will be dissolved, my longing for you will still be breathing and my sobs will still be audible.
What if in those days you will miss me and in those nights I will come to soothe your ache and guilt of killing me.
What if we will, cross our path again on that moor pavement where once you walked holding my hand and later left me there to die.
what if death is a like a prism our consciousness passes through like light, and scatters us like particles, breaking out wavelengths seen and unseen, and when we meet someone we feel like we’ve known our whole life we’re re-meeting a small part of ourselves we traveled with on another journey at another time, now shining through a new medium, and maybe those rare ones we find and feel like soul mates are particles of us in a wavelength closer to the one which we presently perceive