Death is completely silent;
Hundreds of pale faces pass by.
Things are different. The people are different. Everything appears calm.
There is almost no noise, similar to when it rains late at night, the small drops of water drumming softly against the roof, intertwined with your leveled breathing resounding throughout the room.
You study the pale faces and finally realize what sets them apart from everyone you used to know.
It's their eyes.
Gone is the flame you were accustomed to seeing within every emotion.
Gone are the people who hurt you, the ones who made you feel something. (Good, bad, and otherwise).
Those people tested your limits. Giving you the ability to feel new things. (Good, bad, and otherwise).
Those people held just enough significant value to your soul to put a flame in your eyes;
You lead a chaotic life, full of insufferable people, indescribable feelings, and heart stopping moments. There are people, feelings, and moments that place you in a state of Euphoria.
Ones that you live for.
Forever will these be etched into your heart, your mind, and your soul, having explicit parts of you in the most innocent of ways.
You have a choice.
You can live in the chaos, among the incandescent eyes or scorch it all to sit in nonentity among the flameless.
In the end, you know the moments that are worth it.
In the end, this chaos is the most beautiful thing to live in.
AN: Written by me
