Death is when we truly begin to breath
A sigh of relief
No more troubles
That invade our mind
And makes us restless
At night
No more steps towards uncertainties
That can make us depressed beyond the boundaries of our mind
No more goal that are impossible to achieve
And make the hopes within our soul jump off of a bridge and reach its death eventually
The freedom gained by death elates us
but forces us to say," The end is near but the beginning surrounds us above and below. Where will you go?"