everything of light and life. the oceans bleed out our memories and they pour from our eyes. i remember standing there. watching as the little bit of life was still stuck in some poor old ladys body. such short breaths of air trying to hold on. calm... troubled hearts in pain. comforting? struggling? still i dont know whats worse. watching a calm person die. or a corrupt person live. the smell of death in the air, hospital beds. life passes through, in and out. coming and going. when death is on the list tonight, this place, this sanctuary is the garden of eden.
sometimes i wonder... "with my life sitting in a perfect setting of a chair. will the edge of my seat ever see the steady glare?"
will i really be ready? will i ever be ready? the one thing most people fear the most is death. for me the biggest fear is to live. our lives are made up of choices. still no matter what record we keep on earth. the facts stay the same. "our souls will never really belong to us."
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