I think about the end of life a lot. It terrifies me. I don’t want to die.
What happens if I go to sleep and don’t wake up? Nothing.
What happens if my heart gives up and I collapse on the floor? it’ll all go dark and my mind will be turned off and I’ll never remember that I was alive. Others might.
How will I be remembered?
I love the fullness of life. Seeing, feeling, touching, thinking. Experiencing.
I hate the end of life. The nothing.
One might say there is no death without life or life without death.
I’m scared of the end. I hate the anticipation of it. It makes me feel like my chest is caving in.
