i sat on my bed yesterday and wrote this in about five minutes. sometimes, writing about something helps me to comprehend and understand it better. death is something i often ponder. I have been swallowed. Taken whole, engulfed by darkness. How sweet is this peace, this rest I have long awaited. There is nothing all around me, and in me, and through me. For I dreamt of this, and remember how hopeless and tired my heart was. I have needed this rest. Perhaps I can stay here, and dream undisturbed. But I have nothing to dream of. My memories washed away in my last breath, stolen like my sight. I remember having a name, though I cannot recall it. A thousand pieces of paper could not hold this world, nor would I wish it to be shrunk from its mystery. Sometimes, I hope I will wake up. But this is the dark, And the dark never lets go.
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