Those Left To Cry

Stepping from this earthly plane, feeling like you're home again, unencumbered by the weight of the corpse you've come to hate. Upon this plane, there is no Time, no rushing, waiting, no deadlines, travel is no longer slow, just think of where you want to go. There is no Future, nor a Past, you feel harmonious at last. the questions that you struggled with, you realize, now, did not exist. And now your Soul is free to fly, those left behind are...left to cry, the earthly plane of dark delusion, was just an agreed upon illusion. ©Danielle White