Do things just go black like the tv at bedtime?
I had this belief that on the day of your death
you feel complete
No one around you knows unless you tell them
The scary thing about death is it’s unknown nature
So used to living I can’t imagine not
so used to motion
emotion
thinking and feeling
Do we really fly?
Of all those to die,
I’ve never had the chance to converse with one of them
If curiosity kills this cat
will my questions ever be answered?