Short writings, book one

drained out and in just like a staggered breathe

184- death tw

I used to be fascinated on the process of death.
Being conscious and knowing thats about to end forever is something i couldn't ever wrap my head around. For some people their death can be horrible and filled with intense pain, and others it would be peaceful like drifting into a never-ending sleep.

Initially i was clinging to my stomach and coughing up blood. But when my body couldn't fight anymore, when it was at its limit, I collapse to the ground, and all i can do is look at the sky.

The sky is beautiful tonight. Funny isn't it? The things your mind will focus on during the weirdest of times.
A stunning blue color filled with millions of white glowing stars. Its breathtaking.

My blood drains and absorbs into the dirt. I feel numb and lightheaded. This is it. My spirit is fading away and i'm the only one to witness it. Maybe thats okay. As i look up at the sky feeling calming peace i wonder,

How can peacefully fading away be such a bad thing?

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