Can't help thinking that one day I will die. The very thought brings back memories of dreams and that feeling just before being killed. It can hardly be described as something in this reality. It's as though my body shakes. Every atom vibrating extremely quickly. It is then that my body goes numb like the feeling when your arm is asleep but not tingling yet and you dare not move in fear of returning feeling. I hope that, when it's my time, death will be just as it is in my dreams. Devoid of all pain. Although the pain isn't there, the fear strikes true throughout my spyche. Not fear of loss but the fear of unknowing. Is this the end of my journey? Will i truely die? Or will my consciousness return to the dust along with my body to be one with the surrounding matter. Will i be sent to the pearly white gates? If god knows as much as they say, he knows the true desires of my heart. Does that warrant entry into this Shangra La? Wherever i go, i'm dead all the same. The only thing left is just my name and it's echoes reverberating in this pool of chaos.
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