HGPennypacker
I have been dead since 1864, yet continue to write.
I have never seen the internet, yet I find myself here.
There is a certain peace within my own death.
The comforting cushion of an eternal blissful rest.
The satisfactory contentment of knowing our own end.
Nary a problem that needs solving.
Nor a goal that needs achieving.
Nor a sin that needs atoning.
So join me someday.
In the scattering light of our sweet hereafter,
where we will drink strong coffee,
and laugh at life’s folly.