Wednesday, December 21, 2011, 4:32 PM
Death can be perceived in many different ways. For some, death is a loss; a reason to mourn and grieve. For others like me, death is an escape. It's not that I wanted it to happen, it's just I'm glad that it did. The world was turning into something I had never imagined, and I'm lucky to have gotten out when I did. If you had asked me before death greeted me, I would've said I was scared. Now? Not so much. He greeted me, as though I was an old friend. Slowly, I could feel myself drifting away from what was now an empty carcass.
I am forever floating on a never-ending ocean and the only thing I see are white clouds hanging above me, keeping me company. The wild blue yonder seemed bluer than ever, like it was even possible. The absence of sound and smell proved little to no significance.
I am happy. I am sane. I am in perpetuity.