Death is a scary thing.
So why is it that I'm more afraid to fall in love, than to die?
Why is it that my fear of living is greater than my fear of dying?
Death is inevitable.
*But so is he.

Death is a funny thing. You know it's coming and you know it's inevitable, but you wish it wasn't. It's twisting and malicious and casts angry shadows among the light. It fills us with anguish and runs our veins cold. Death is a funny thing. You know it will happen eventually, but you live your life everyday anyway. And I think that's what it's all about. That's the loophole in death. Even though you know it's coming, you stare death in the face, fiercely, and let it know that it's not going to stop you. You're going to live your life every single day and you're going to soak up every moment and opportunity you have. Death cannot sink it's claws into you or tear you down. You are invincible.

a microbe,
a stab,
in many years,
in a few minutes,
sometimes
always

I want to destroy.
I want to burn,
to break,
to bleed;
I want to feel the sting
of shattered glass
tearing through the tough skin
of my heels.
To see red.
To ache.
I want to breathe smoke.