We avoid death like the plague.
We run away from even just the thought it.
We close our eyes and put bags over our heads in hopes of never facing thoughts.
We don’t know what comes next, and that is the most frightening part of it all.
We dread funerals because even though one persons eyes are shut for good, ours might actually open for a minute to absorb as much of reality that we possibly can.
We don’t want to live not knowing what we will die for, and what it will feel like to not live. We all fear death…unless its just me