My Hereafter

If the stories of Heaven and Hell are real, I only desire one thing: forgiveness. My heart yearns to see God's smile when I die. I can only hope he will pity me, and see what I long for in my ghostly eyes. My spirit craves to be one with the night sky. I hope to dance along the winds that lead me to the galaxy. The moon will be my neighbor. I will become the light of the world, the gleam that conquers darkness, and the aurora guiding those lost in obscurity. God will evolve my essence into what awes my human figure: a star.