This could change some views

"Poetry is nothing to those who dont shed a tear for it."

Its near now. This closing chapter to an old begining. This phase of bodily modifications we are subjected to make or break. Transcending us to a higher, purer level of intoxication. We want so bad to live but strive so hard to die. And when he, death, comes, it would serve us right.

And at times i realize, i'm so morbid. Morbid towards the natural occurences of life. No, its not suicidal, its not whine as you might suggest, it is what we all are.

As you look up into the skies, for divine intervention to a tragic end, it would only occur to you that we're no darker than dirt or finer than ash.

To a realist, this is the beauty of everything.

Impermanence.

Jinny