I Think About Death
When I think about death I often times think about life, getting old and being alone. What’s there that really matters for someone nearing death? With deteriorating senses, what is there to look forward to.
Being in a crowded house with all the noise but no one seems to care. And if they do, I seem to be in this world but confined to my own, eyes fixed into the emptiness, peeking through even to the tiniest molecules of silence. I ceased to exist. I have chosen to wait, no longer thrive to please and be pleased. I leave my legacy as one gypsy who travelled to exist who fought with questions and never really won the truth about life’s journey.
I can feel the air inside of me failing. Skins getting thinner and I feel cold to the bones.
Death comes unexpected to some. I can see him down the path getting near my door steps. When it’s time to live I will bring with me the questions that piled up ever since I was born. Leaving behind is my diary. Notes for you to contemplate and have a clue of the difference of the living and of the living dead. Or you can curse it after tossing it into the trash bin. It doesn’t matter really.
And because there are just two kinds of death in this world, a blessing and a curse. Its up to you to choose which one is yours would be.
Being in a crowded house with all the noise but no one seems to care. And if they do, I seem to be in this world but confined to my own, eyes fixed into the emptiness, peeking through even to the tiniest molecules of silence. I ceased to exist. I have chosen to wait, no longer thrive to please and be pleased. I leave my legacy as one gypsy who travelled to exist who fought with questions and never really won the truth about life’s journey.
I can feel the air inside of me failing. Skins getting thinner and I feel cold to the bones.
Death comes unexpected to some. I can see him down the path getting near my door steps. When it’s time to live I will bring with me the questions that piled up ever since I was born. Leaving behind is my diary. Notes for you to contemplate and have a clue of the difference of the living and of the living dead. Or you can curse it after tossing it into the trash bin. It doesn’t matter really.
And because there are just two kinds of death in this world, a blessing and a curse. Its up to you to choose which one is yours would be.
