26. You die, that’s it. You stop existing.

The idea of life after death

is like 

an addict

who keeps smoking

until the roach of the joint

is on fire.

He can see the flames dying

and the ashes falling down

but he clings on in hope

it might keep burning

just to get that last high of it.

Life is like a joint

our bodies the roach

some are rolled good

some bad

each with their highs

and lows.

But the joint ends

at the end of the roach

and our legacies remembered

for as long as our highs last

fading with time.

You can either be an addict

and keep clinging on the only joint you have
enjoy the trip



write a poem or something

you know.


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