ice shard

some speak of life after death as a place where you go

 some speak of life after death as something you do

some speak of life after death as non existent

not one of these have been confirmed

true or false

I am flying

The wind whips my face

My wings spread wide pull against gravity

Keeping me in the air

My eyes are closed 

Yet this is not a dream

I am relaxed 

Joyful