In The Place I Leave Behind.
One time (I wont specify when) when I was really really sad. I went out to a book store, and I bought myself a book (duh). I was looking for something to cheer myself up. And this is the book I found....
I think it might be about suicide...
The Next Place By Warren Hanson
The next place that I go, will be so peaceful and familiar. As a sleepy summer Sunday and a sweet untroubled mind. And yet... it wont be anything like any place i've ever been... or seen... or dreamed of in the place I leave behind. I won't know where i'm going, I won't know where i've been, as I tumble through the always and look back towards the when. I'll glide beyond the rainbows. I'll drift above the sky. I'll fly into the wonder, without ever wondering why. I wont remember getting there. Somehow i'll just arrive. But i'll know that I belong there and I will feel much more alive than I have ever felt before. I will be absolutly free of the things I held onto that were holding onto me.
The next place that I go will be so quiet and so still. That the whispered song of sweet belonging will rise up to fill the listening sky with joyful silence, and with unheard harmonies of music made by no one playing, like a hush upon a breeze. There will be no room for darkness in that place of living light, where an ever-dawning morning pushes back the dying night. The very air will fill with brilliance, as the brightly shining sun. And the moon and half a million stars are married into one.
The next place that I go wont really be a place at all. There wont be any seasons -- Winter, Summer, Spring, or Fall -- Nor a Monday , nor a Friday, Nor Decemeber, Nor July. And the seconds will be standing still... While hours hurry by. I will not be a boy or girl, a woman or a man. I'll simply be just, simply me. No worse or better than. By skin will not be dark or light. I wont be fat or tall. The body I once lived in, wont be part of me at all. I will finally be perfect. I will be without a flaw. I will never make one more mistake, or breaking the smallest law. And the me that was impatient, or was angry, or unkind will simply be a memory. The me I left behind. I will travel empty handed. There is not a single thing I have collected in my life that I would ever want to bring except... The love of those who loved me, and the warmth of those who cared. The happiness and memories and magic that we shared. Though i will know the joy of solitude, I'll never be alone. I'll be embraced by all the family and friends i've ever known. Although i might not see their faces, all our hearts will beat as one, and the circle of our spirits will shine brighter than the sun. I will cheerish all the friendships I was fortunate to find, all the love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind. All these good things will go with me. They will make my spirit glow. and that light will shine forever in the next place that I go.
The End.