I've always pondered death, it both intrigues and perplexes me at the same time. Although death is so abrupt and cold that it scares the world, I see a certain beauty in it. I once saw a comic of life asking death why everyone hated death but loved life. In response death said "Because you are a beautiful lie and I'm the painful truth." In reality that was the truest thing I have ever known. People live only to die, it's a known destiny but the most feared thing in the world. Curiosity overflows me on a constant basis but eventually fades. The wonders of death never have. In a sense the most free you could be is dead, so why is death feared when our entire lives we've wished for freedom. You are one with every trouble you've ever known when dead. Your body and soul is just another factor of the world. Your body fades along with the memory of your life, you gain internal peace. In a way I've longed for the feeling of death. I have never wanted to leave the earth but for everything to stop. I want to be completely peaceful, people say you are the most peaceful when sleeping. Being dead is the same of being in a endless slumber. But then again people love sleep but wish to stay away from death. Why, is our defiant faith really that despicable or just unknown? We fear the unknown... remember?
(comic above) p.s. i'm okay i promise
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RandomThese are long poem quote things that I make baed off of my thoughts and feelings. If you're a judgemental prick don't read this book.
