Death has no prejudices. No favorites.
It doesn’t care if you’re young or old, rich or poor.
Death is inevitable, whether or not you’re ready for it.
But once you're dead, what's it like?
It’s like you’re never really in one place, rather everywhere all at once. Like your conscience has been sprinkled throughout the world like grains of sand and your breath is part of the wind.
Your voice is now the rustling of the trees and your blood is rushing water in the rivers. You’re no longer confined to a vessel and you feel like you’ve never actually felt completely free until now.
Your energy that was manifested in your body is now recycled back into Earth. There’s an immense sense of belonging and contentment, like you’re comfortably numb.
There is no sense of time.
The years, days, hours, minutes, seconds; mean nothing.
When you’re young, you feel indestructible. You feel immortal.
There’s always a tomorrow because the sun is promised to rise the next day. It’s hard to imagine a day that you won’t exist anymore.
It’s easy to take things for granted. Sometimes it’s hard for people to realize how fragile human beings really are.
It doesn’t take much for our soul to be ripped from our bodies.
Not much at all.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
She carefully creased the corners,
Bookmarking her favorite parts.
Because the words on those pages
Seemed to touch her heart.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
Children of the Moon!
Abandon your worn shoes
And frolic freely, barefoot
In Her midnight light;
Let down your lovely locks
And bare your ashen skin
To allow Her celestial lips
Kiss your collar bones;
Let Her blanket of shadows
Drape over your shoulders,
While She crowns you with
A headdress of night diamonds.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
The difference between
Real life & the movies?
A script.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
When they called me worthless...
I grasped my purpose.
When they called me stupid...
I discovered my intellect.
When they called me weird...
I learned "normal" didn't exist.
When they called me ugly...
I found beauty within myself.
I realized the things they called me weren't true
When I finally stopped believing them.
And I refused to ever let anyone's opinion of me
Hold up as fact in my mind ever again.
And that helped mold the stronger person I am today.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
A crack trailed down
The center of my heart
When I saw my dad cry
As his world fell apart
I remember him sitting
On the living room floor
Crying as his wife told him
He can't see his kids anymore
I got down beside him
And hugged him so tight
Wishing that I could make
Every thing right
But mommy was leaving
And taking us along
So he told us he loved us
And said to be strong
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
All the good people
Either crumble
Under the pressure
Or get shot down
By the hand
Of evil
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
You pull down the blinds
To shun out the sun
Because you're too comfortable
In the darkness
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
You don't express love in the ways that I want you to,
But you express it in the ways that you know how.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
Some days
The gravitational pull on my heart
Feels stronger
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC