The World Beyond.

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The end is close, I could feel it.
Does it always feel the same for everyone else who once passed through this realm?
(Where were my last words, Before I found myself here).

They call it the “Den of The Wondering Spirits”.
The world for the newly departed ones, the bridge between humans and spirits.
We wait here in turns for crossing over to the final…
Standing here is lonely, but my favorite spot.

It's the closest to the portal which has a resemblance to the sun.
Am thinking, it could be the sun.
Oh well,
Even in the dark, there's still an atom of light.
Death is not entirely useless anyway.

I miss home,
I miss family.
But I'm glad for this freedom.
Away from hurts, oh that sick bed was one hell of a pain.
If given one chance, I'll tell my home not to mourn my departure.
That's wishless though..haha

I wrap myself in deep thoughts
Remembering the good times spent.

Things would never be the same once the cross bridge appears for the next line of souls.

Walking through that bridge ends every fragment of my memory.
It's better to cherish it now before it becomes too late.
Lost in thoughts I silently prayed for my home.
Opening my eyes to behold the sharp stare of my description “The sun” right there I knew.

The final time had come.