It shouldn't be shunned
But surrounds me are those unwilling
to utter words that speaks of it.
A culture so fearful of what is most natural.
When death is the natural progression of life.
Not something to be shunned and avoided.
But embraced!
Celebrated!
Oh sweet death, my lovely companion.
Thoughts of you bring me comfort.
One day we will dance and dine.
Till then I soak in the ever spinning sun
Willing to speak on what others fear.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
It shouldn't be shunned
But surrounds me are those unwilling
to utter words that speaks of it.
A culture so fearful of what is most natural.
When death is the natural progression of life.
Not something to be shunned and avoided.
But embraced!
Celebrated!
Oh sweet death, my lovely companion.
Thoughts of you bring me comfort.
One day we will dance and dine.
Till then I soak in the ever spinning sun
Willing to speak on what others fear.
Life is beautiful.
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