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 become is someone I was, who changed.

I'd travel the world but I don't know where I'll go first. 

And what if it's the last time you talk to someone or see them? What'd you say? 

What if you never get to meet them again?

Lost in this chaos but found when I'm dreaming, somewhere between the heights of the sky and the depths of the ocean.

If I had to picturise a photograph that has me in it, I'd take a black crayon and color the background because I can't imagine a life like that.

After all, we're just tiny species that don't even matter to this whole world but at the same time exist to be the lead character in our own stories and that's how it should be.

And and and, 
what if we're all stardust just waiting to get some rest?

One day, our graves will face the very rays 
that kissed our faces every day.

In the end, it's you, the memories you made, and the life you lived 
that go to sleep for one last time.

There we go again with too many questions, too many thoughts.

I'll be back with more words and thoughts. 
Till then, putting one foot in front of the other👣

:)

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