I wonder what happens when you die?
Is it a rush…
or a slow and meaningless trickle out of life?
Do you stick around to see the tears,hear the false sympathy,taste the grief?
Or do you hightail it out of there,leaving behind the mess of chaos that was your life?
I wonder what it tastes like.
Maybe like spring,new leaves and moist air
sunlight that isn't quite yet warm
Or is it dark,an empty space inside your mind
inside your heart
How do you face it?
Can you feel the whispers of family, holding you up, helping you understand?
Or are you all alone?Spiraling out of control,with no one to slow you down
say that they love you and don't want you to go
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