enigma
this maddening feeling that i get sometimes at the realisation of death - vivid and empty. i cannot fathom ceasing of the beating of my heart. i wonder what it’s like to have your soul depart - from the tips of your toes to the slant of your throat. cessation of everything that you deem to exist. they say that the brain replays the best memories of your life when you die, is it true? will you be in those memories or just pages of a lost book, forgotten and tossed aside? what does eternity feel like? is it as torturous as this life or worse? dare i hope - better? i choose to believe the latter. i hope to see happiness forever, let it seep into my bones and settle there - like a bird to its feathers. i hope to live without dread and broken dreams, not terrified of any brutality. could i paint my bruises anew? erase them forever and start fresh? no one will know till it’s time. the next second or 68th birthday? death is like a desolate dream, woven through the threads of fear; but tinged ...