I think about it a lot.
I think about what it would be like to die. The ways I could go; and how the people around me would react. Many people are afraid to die. They fear the unknown. To me the unknown is a sanctuary.
Wretched, mystifying, and intoxicating all at the same time.
Wretched because of the pain and suffering. Mystifying because of the harmony between beauty and destruction. Intoxicating because once you experience it you are captivated.
I think about my heart stopping. Unconsciousness. Pain. Fear?
I imagine driving off a cliff at hundreds of miles per hour. Adrenaline pumping. Fear?
I see my Family troubled; my friends distraught. Confusion. Anger. Fear?
The beauty of friendship. The Warmth of love. The trials and Tribulation from up above.
Money and power. The truth about love. Men and women seeking acceptance. Violence and drugs.
The search for meaning. Religion and hate. Disease, redemption, Sex and jail bait.
Deliverance. The end. Relief. Sanctuary