Death awaits, and drools. Death is a predator, and it will hunt you all! I regret that and I choose to ignore it yet I can’t cover the sun with my thumb for long. It will eat me,too.

It’s a shame I have to leave this earth without accomplishing much. It’s a shame I have to leave it without seeing most of what it has to offer. I’m sorry,Earth. It’s a lonesome place down in the grave. It’s lonesome,dark, and limited. I hate to be limited. I will hate my grave. But I will entertain the thought that it’s the hands of my mother holding me close, and I will see my mother and she will be combing my hair. Oh precious tears! Do flow for you are not captives anymore!

I have a millennium of cries trapped in my chest. They tear me from the inside and slash my throat at ease. My cries nourish the flames,and the ocean, and they accelerate…