I wonder what death is actually like.
i sometimes wonder what would happen if i just decide to disappear into the unknown for eternity.
would my flesh and bones be buried beneath the earth by the strong brokenness of the earth’s crust, to decay and grow back on land as flowers? would my tears become rivers of strong currents washing away everything that made me flawed when air still visited my lungs?
would my words be then heard even as whispers by people who’ve forgotten the sound of it, even if i was screaming at the top of my lungs in front of them? a dozen questions run through my mind as i try to answer each one with knowledge i’ve gained from all around me.
back and forth mysteries and answers uncover in front of me while i listen to the silence grow thicker around me.
death. i wonder what death is actually like. would there be a hand to hold my soul and the pieces of my spirit that have been broken down over the length of my life on earth?
would there be a light at the end of a tunnel i walk through as i reminisce all that was when i was still alive? or would there just be nothing? complete and utter nothingness once i take my final breath on this earth?
