Dying.
Dying feels so simple.
It feels so easy.
It's not true what they say, thing sdont go silent as you approach your death.
In your mind, the volume gets turned up to a hundred.
The world goes quiet.
But your mind gets loud.
Those two things kind of trade places for each other.
Like a game of tag.
Dying is so strange.
It's so loud.
Yet it's so peaceful, unless it's something you regret.
But that's hardly ever the case.
Because when you die, you just understand, and either way you find peace. Because you have to. You don't want to die miserable now do you.
If these are your last moments at a place you once loved, why would you spend it in a fowl mood?
Dying feels so simple.
It feels so easy.
Yet it's the hardest part.
(April 15, 2018)
