Let go

I'm going to die now.It's terrifying when you think of it.Although you sort of learn to accept it when it's so close,yet it's strangely comforting to know we all share the same fate in the end...Some earlier then others,some quick and peaceful,or some slow and painful.

It's probably strange to be so calm when your plane is being torn apart and falling like a rock.But what else is there to do?It's happening so quickly,you hardly register what's going on.

I'm still cowering with my head between my knees,too afraid to look at what's around me.Parts of the plane are still tearing off,people are being flung from their seats out to god knows where.How did all of this happen?

Suddenly the plane,or what's left of it,plunges into the ocean.I'm still contemplating on how I'm still alive as i attempt to swim to the surface.Then it hit me...I stare at the body drifting next to me.My own body.Next to that the body of my mother still holding my hand.She never let go.