early enough.
I was raised Roman Catholic, but I haven't seen the inside of a church in almost half as long as I've been alive. The truth is I'm not sure what I believe anymore when it comes to the idea of life after death. I'd like to think there's more to this than what we see. That the soul goes on in some way after the strange cage that contains it breaks down. If we're allowed to live again, and if we get to choose who or what we come back as, I would want to be myself a second time, wet with the weight of all I know now. My ashen memories tattooed on my spine so I'm still capable of surprise. The way a dream will whisper what it means in a language that's felt more than understood. I would ask to be a spoke in the wheel of the same story I've already sifted through. I would recognize you early enough to give us back those years we lost. I would drink from the ocean of your animal eyes and swim out of my skin to show you all I hold in mine.