I'll meet you in the afterlife,
I say it without hesitation.
You wouldn't leave me here, unsafe.
Right?
Let me doubt every and each word
that comes from your pale lips.
I'd meet you in the afterlife,
if life weren't the end of the journey.
So these lines are for you, astronaut, you've seen the world that I can hide. The spaceship isn't landed forever, right?
Eventually, astronaut, you may leave this planet. And unfortunatelly, astronaut, I won't.
Here's the world I've grown in. These are the landscapes my mind is stuck in. This is the lonelyness my melancholia has brought to me.
I do have a soul, actually. I discovered it when I heard you laugh. I discovered the taste of companionship, surprisingly, in this vast and lost planet.
Astronaut, do you know if the afterlife is the same for both worlds? I mean, yours and mine. Because when you realise each mind is different there's a question unsolved. How many afterlifes there are? Perhaps one for person, maybe a single one for the good and evil together.
In case of a personal afterlife, I dare to pray for inmortality, I've been lonely enough in life to continue in the path of this melancholy.
However, I don't want an afterlife in which I'm unable to perceive you in a crowd of souls.
Life is a gift and a theft at the same time. Being grateful is what we're forced to feel, despite the fact all that has been given is ready to be sold in any moment.
