I Have Questions
I woke up. I woke up when I saw myself dead. I felt peaceful in the coffin till I realized that I am not dead yet. I have a purpose, too many wishes, and big dreams. Above all, I have a God who I will have to answer when I am gone. I have questions that aren't answered and many more poems that are unfinished. Where are we when we dream? Why do people die? What if you're an imaginary character in my dream? What if I'm in yours? What if we're all just puppets that he has made for his show? What if we don't get to meet each other when the curtains are closed? What if we never met? Too many questions and each one has about a million different answers. It's too easy to ask questions but it takes a lifetime to understand their answers. I'm searching for them just like you are, in between these voids and spaces of time. I search for something that's not hidden. I don't know which version of me will I be tomorrow but who I want to beco...