Saturday, March 20, 2010

Death, be proud.

When someone dear is dying, sleep flees the night before the event that will not pass.

After she passes away, and the mind overcomes numbed fatigue, you fall into the most peaceful, Kaliphos-induced, trance-like sleep.

And, when you awake the next morning, it is as though the mind has purged itself of all the tension, the despair, the dread.

You awake, recharged. Invigorated. And remind yourself that life is to be spent living; not worrying or dying.

It is almost as though death gives new life to life itself.

Forget Donne: Death, be proud.

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