Creative Writing, September 26th, 2024

Thoughts on September 26th, 2024

Afterlife

You wake up after your dead, drunk, desiring another beer, on a porch in the country with a keg full of beer, your surrounded by your closest friends and your closest enemies. Truth is available, yet all not that desirable? Beauty in the storm, beauty in the dryness of the porch and the wind, the storm and the wind, beauty in a full keg, a chance to break through all the problems in life to better days. Love to A owe, with accessibility? Less to solve in this moment, more time to drink my beer.

Gives reason to solve things in valuable, grace filled ways in this life.

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