Death.

It kind of feels good .. to talk about it for once even as just whispers to silent paper. 

A dull ache heaves my chest when this word rockets through the air from someone's mouth around me. More like a fear I can never untangle myself from.

Death ?

It's a destination that awaits everyone.

Some craving it while others beg to never reach.

As always , this word pops in my mind and the thought spiral begins , never ending shortly :

How would it feel ?

when you're past tense ...

A name plucked from the air and nothing else.

Would it even affect ? Would it matter ? Would one care ?

It disturbs me ; the thought of fading into thin air. The thought of being forgotten. I keep running dodging the thought but it haunts me.

I keep thinking , idle idle fearsome thoughts. Pessimistic reactions of no one caring , I imagine.

I draw a nightmare , one which I trap myself in unconsciously. I ban myself from living , fearing the upcoming.

Why ?

At that the thought spiral ,from tightened, begins to loosen. A wiser thought takes the leash ending the discussion skillfully ;

Life is a road-trip that you're born to take

Some on slow pace- theirs never ending shortly.

And some quicker , theirs end two steps away from the start.

We face obstacles quite often.

We cry and weep , we cheer and laugh.

Life keeps going , keeps knocking you down , keeps swimming till you reach shore - your very awaited destination - death.

There's no running away.

It will always end.

Then why keep dodging the thought , why Cower from something I can't even touch , cowering from a future that awaits each and everyone.

This just doesn't make sense, does it ?

Live , fully and fearlessly.

Live , happily and wisely.

Live , peacefully with kindness and care.

Just live.

Until you can no longer.

Yours truly , 

A n o n y m o u s.