I am so afraid of Death, but not of my own passing, I do not fear that. I fear the death of those close to me, being ripped away from me. To never see their face or hear their voices again.
I think to myself. Don’t get close to anyone because they can be ripped away from me. Then I tell myself, DO get close, love them. Cherish them. Be a moment in their lives, make the memories share stories. Be their final Muse.
Oh my fucking heart loves so deeply and clings so strongly. I feel so much for the ones I love.
I want to be greedy and hold on so fucking tight.
I would fuck the Grim Reaper daily to keep him from your door.
I would offer some of my years to keep you longer.
To be covetous and have more time. More time for stories, laughter and smiles. More time to just be there with each other. I want to be so fucking selfish, Don’t take them yet! Please not yet.
Why can’t we live to be 100 in excellent health with just minor symptoms of an aging body? Then when the time does come, it’s purely peaceful and one simply drifts to sleep. For me when you expire, you are no more. You simply just stop being. The being you are is gone and your flesh to go back to earth.