As I lay here I realize death is not something I should despise it is simply a fragment of our lives no matter how much we venture and strive work things out and compromise.
It should never come as a surprise that one day... death will look us straight in the eyes with no regard to our mothers' cries no care for our last goodbyes.
We begin to think of... All those ungrateful sighs those unworthy lies those wasted cries as our soul flies and our blood dries then, the body dies.
Now look around. You are not dead still above the ground. Feel you're heart pound and realise *the beauty of that sound.