Death is not the end of life nor the beginning
It is somewhere in the middle
Where you were to leave the only life we know
And enter another
One we know nothing about
Starting off as innocent infants
Crawling and learning to touch and feel
Living our lives all over again
Only ass backwards and upside down
To write something beautiful about life or death is a challenge,
One i have not risen up to yet
There are those are find themselves stuck between life and death
Those who fear the end
In every story and every fairy tale ever written, there never was a real end
It was always "and they lived happily ever after" then the end
Or "and so it was that this this and that" then the end
The end always comes after a explanation of life
Death in stories is never the end, so why is it always the end in real life?
No, Death is the start of something new, the end of something brilliant, and the middle of one persons hand written story.
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