beautifullerThis here is my body.It isn't much I know,There's not much that's attractiveOr enough that I would show.My face is acne coveredAnd my back is much the same,My arms and chest are scarryAnd I hide it all in shame.But then you come alongAnd take it all away,Tell me that I'm beautifulAnd perfect in every way.So now I look in the mirrorAnd smile because I see,Staring there back through the glassA beautifuller me.
afterlifeWhat happens when we die? Does it all just fade to nothingness, or does it echo around your head, your last moment, as precious seconds of life seep from your open wounds? Or maybe it all just stops, like the flatlining of a heart monitor. Is there a blinding flash of light or just darkness forever, like a cloudy december night?Is it cold in eternity?Should I pack a jumper?