Dear Death,
Unlike many, I do not fear you. Nor hate. Nor resent. Nor despise, the synonyms go on and on. No, I pride myself, on being part of the few, who embrace you. I congratulate you on your undying strength. The ability to carry the fallen, through the threshold of the afterlife. The courage to continue your mission, gliding past the crestfallen faces, the tear stained profiles, the screams of agony. Still breathing, I have never the chance to meet you personally, so I can only assume you didn't choose the path you walk on now. I applaud you for your services on my, as well as other's, mortal lives. Thank you.
With Sincerity-
Reyna Evans
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Greeting Insanity
General FictionI find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes...
