You can look every where, so you do. You look in places you've looked in before, and places that are unknown. We all look for something, long for it. Comfort. Happiness. Pleasure. But, we do not find it.
Everywhere you look, there is death. Under the bridge, death. Behind that beautiful meadow, death. Try as you might, all you'll find is death. No matter what. Because it is inevitable.
But if it's the only thing life leads to, isn't that where you can find comfort? Happiness? Pleasure? Then let the sweet, sweet embrace of death take me from this dreaded life.
