So, who knew? This was death.
Your body cozily wrapped up in a blanket of darkness.
Although, it's a lot less cozy than a blanket. It's a bit more sharp like a thousand knives being cut into at once.
Piercing you.
Scooping your insides out, making your body feel the sweet sweet nothingness that is death.
And it's a lot less warm than a blanket. It's a lot more cold. The cold seeps through your toes and spreads painfully throughout your feet. It laughs as it tears into your heart, turning your blood into icy sludge.
My body feels young but my mind is very old. I feel the wrinkles spreading over me already at the tender age of 16.
All my dreams are shattered. I can't live a single one of them because of the paralysis I am in.
Only forced to watch the ones I was loved once upon a day.
I asked death why did people love me if they hate me now. He told me because life is a beautiful lie and I'm the painful truth.
They loved me once.
Those days are over now. I was born to die. But then again, so were you.
Death is inevitable. It is a riddle to our very minds. You never understand the feeling unless you are dead.
Like my crippled body that is me.
We are all born to die.
Me, you and them.
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Looking down from heaven
RomanceNote: This is the second book, from my book 'Road to failure' so please read that first. Wabi-Sabi Noun- the discovery of beauty in imperfection; the acceptance of the cycle of life and death. Because death is inevitable. It is a riddle to our ver...
