I
am always most creative just when I am about to fall asleep. Lately, before falling asleep, I’ve been
thinking about Death. Many times people have told me that after dying your body
whizzes to a stop and your mind freezes; but I simply cannot believe this. All
the fire inside you, that electricity, those ideas, poems, words, dreams,
thoughts, passions, swirling around, literally cannot ignite themselves after
Death. 80, or 90 years is not enough for me to live. I need much more time to
show the world what I am made of.
Whenever I think of Death, my stomach clenches
up and I feel queasy. But I shouldn’t really; I should greet Death as an old
friend when the time is right. Whether that be tomorrow or in a century.
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