Don't you mind?

I watch as the moon shines brightly above me as well as the vast expanse of stars, I've always loved space, and the unanswered questions of humanity, like what's out there or who is out there. I guess I'll never find out though, but I am on my way to figuring out what happens after death being on the brink of it, I look down at the dark blood pooling around my feet and legs, staining my blue jeans I hold the stab wound in my side. Even though I know it's hopeless. A simple slice in my delicate body would leave it soulless, just a shell. It's weird actually, it's like I've already accepted death it's like I've always known it would end like this in the middle of nowhere bleeding out in the grass. It feels like I'm feeling every emotion at once, but especially regret, I regret never telling her how I feel and never being able to see my mothers smiling face again. I barely even notice the hot tears sliding down my cheeks, but despite the pain of being stabbed and the pain of dying I look up and smile because the crickets are chirping in the distance and the leaves are whistling in the gentle midnight breeze and the world is so beautiful. So in the end I don't mind dying