poets in a coffee house

death is as sweet as the sugar i put in my tea. on friday, i feel joy. i dance and sing and live a joyful day. everyday is joyful to me. i can’t wait to see my future. ​however, the thought of death still crosses my mind. we cross this earth as carriers of energy, and we transfer it as we die. we live in the afterlife and look upon the ones we love with the utmost empathy. we wish them the best, and wish we could be with them. we are finally released from suffering. maybe, even, we come back to live another life. maybe, another time, we can live again. life is precious.