Feelings

Sea of darkness

What is it like to die? Do you drift off to sleep and dream forever? Do you go to heaven? In reality we may never know. But I️ think it's quite simple. I️ think that dying is like floating. It's like being on a boat in the middle of a sea made up of darkness. Numbness, if you will. No light at the end of the tunnel. No loved one guiding me to a better place. Because death is not better. Death is not letting go. Death is holding on. Death is gripping on to life as hard as you can, only for it to leave your hands raw. Only for you to wonder what could have been. To regret. To regret not going to that party. To regret getting so drunk that one time you threw up in a trash can. To regret not telling that person how you felt soon enough, and slowly watching them slip through your fingers. To regret telling them that you didn't need them, because you did. You needed them so badly it hurt to be away. But it's too late now. You're already dead. At least you don't have to live with it anymore.