I want to feel death when it comes.
I can feel it now, already on my body, waiting to come out.
And I know, the last exhale will be the most blissful experience there is to have.
A shallow breath.
Within it, my consciousness, my heart, my soul. I want to leave the way I came in. My mind blank. My head totally detoxed of all triviality.
If I catch death, on its way out, it will be holding hands with life, and the last thing I do will be to smile. For I know the only thing more forgiving than a fresh start is a welcomed end.
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