Crux

…and as I held his trembling hand in mine, it reminded me of a quickened heartbeat, that of a frightened bird…
-I’m scared to go…they keep talking of light, love, welcoming embraces, and yet, all I can think about is that my heart will stop…
-Scared to die or scared to be born again?
-They say there are different realities, different bodies, different experiences, yet I know they can’t possibly know
-Still you know and they know, just as I know, there’s only memories of this life. Short lived, vivid in their nature, ever changing into something else, creating their own time, space…
-I don’t get it
-That’s absolutely unnecessary. What you need to realise is that you’re not dying, you’re being born again. Since there’s no way to rewrite the core memory…
-Meaning?
-See you on the other side. Again🖤