I have heard some say 'Well, you know, however bad you have it, it is better than being dead'. I wonder though, what does it feel like to be unhurt by the words said? What does it feel like to be surrounded in perfect silence, covered by a sacred kind of quiet?
Is death such a terrible sentence, not a penalty, nor something to sorrow?
What does it mean to no longer care about what tomorrow brings? Why borrow the pain of one day and erase all that could be?
What must I do to find hope, and to believe?
What can I do to escape the wages of time, so that death is not a final word? What question can I answer to transcend this experience? And rather let me experience a transformation that will leave words empty to describe.
