Wondering

Time makes me wonder. The lack of it, does too. Why is the Earth where it is? Why are we standing on it? ... What is that thing makes each of us, us? What happens to it when we stop breathing? Do we just become part of Earth, and watch everything happen? Do we move to an other planet and adopt an other body? Do we free ourselves, and fly around? I imagine the friend I lost, sitting next to me. Is he here, sharing this joint with me? ... Do we stop existing? Staring at the stars, my ignorance becomes obvious to myself. Does earth shine? I wonder. Do we shine as they [The stars] do? will I ever know? Time will grant me with the answers, I asure my self. The smoke is hidding the moon. I imagine I'm free. I'm flying around. I'm one with the Earth, and he [My friend] is here with me. I can see myself from the sky, staring at the hidden moon...