Unrequited love is
what it was.
I was ready to
offer him the
moon, but
he already
had the sun.

I want you
whether it'd be in my dreams,
in the music I listen to;
I want the sound of your blood
to be my favorite song.
I want you to be the slight chill
when it rains and the steam
from my sweet, yet bitter tea.

I want you
to want me too.
I want to be the static in your TV,
the lustful glare in your eyes,
the lucid to your dreams.
I want to be the humid in your summer air,
the one that always messed with your hair.
You hated the summer because of it
and I loved your little complaints about it.
You preferred the winter's cold, Coldplay,
and the bitter frostbite that came with it too.

So want  me,
like I want you.

"But I don't want to die." said a tiny young girl, tearfully.

"You don’t die, not really,
There's another life afterwards, a better life,
Just waiting for you.
You'll be able to see Nanny again,
When you're up in heaven." replied her Mother at once, comforting her.

How do you escape death?
Truth is, you can't.
It's the only guarantee of life,
The only certainty.
Inevitable.

Humans try to conquer their fear of death
By painting wonderful mental pictures,
Creating a mirage of white lies,
Of reassurance.
Hoping,
Convincing themselves that there's a better life.
Dreaming of heaven;
Clear blue skies,
Songbirds chirping harmoniously
From dawn until dusk,
Rewards for good behaviour,
for those deemed obedient enough.
Paradise.
But realistic?
I'll leave that for you to decide.

Heaven symbolises the escape from the fear of dying.
An attempt to comfort,
To put minds at rest.
Religion:
Created to make people feel less frightened, and
followed by those scared of death,
scared of the unknown.