"We age, and as time passes, our smile begins to decay.
We all head towards our tomb, blind folded, building narratives to keep us going, to distract us from the inevitable, the harsh reality of nothing but a forgotten grave.
Nothing but a bunch of mortals 6 feet under ground with a decomposed ticket to a promised land. Waiting to enter the portal to paradise, but it never came.
As everyone pictures the departed happy in a better place, the body that was once full of dreams, ambition, emotions, and life now remains lonely.
Corpses do not rest in peace but in pieces, corpses are not in a better place, they are under us as they rot slowly."
~François
