Death is a mystery and, perhaps a blessing
Can you imagine a world where no one dies?
Someone have to die, in order for someone to be born
Too many mouths to feed, to many manmade diseases
I thought about life and death this
morning on a jam- packed train
I felt like I was going insane,
The air was impossible to breathe
The different faces, the looks and the wide eyes gazes
Imagining that in a never ending world
Where other human are glue to each other like Cubic Square
Without creating a history, or an anniversary..
Why think of death as a mystery, it’s a blessing
Even trees know when to shut it roots down