Life and Death have a balance, a rhythm, a rime, a dance that not many understand living in the light or dark. Tell them your secrets that you make in life but tell only in true death. He’ll keep your secrets and she'll keep your memories. Alive you breath in the air of the dead and dead you take in the true beauty of life. Trust the saying that when you're gone you'll miss the smallest of things but truly understand it. You'll miss everything from a simple touch of a fluffy blanket, the smell of those stupid refresh things that you used to plug into your house or hang in your car or just spray in your shoes. You'll miss the sound of a yawn from one of your classmates because you knew they didn't sleep at all. You'll miss the simple sight of the smallest inconsequential crack in the sidewalk that you evoded stepping on... You'll miss the feel of the slight cold wind blowing on a near perfect summer day.. You'll miss it all.. but remember death is still not something to fear. He just doesn't want you showing up early. He doesn't want anything showing up early. Because he's preparing, preparing your journey too the next page of your story. Life and Death a dance that all will go through. Just make sure not to end the dance early. Its a dance that will get better.
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Art and short stories
FanfictionYeah, just some art land scape and sharp staby things mostly and short stories from other Fandoms as well as Original works I've made enjoy!
