Life, there is only this. All else is unreal. Yet Death
has the final word in this. In this entity. So take my
hand and walk with me, because to live there is only now.
So this is permanence dealing with death? Well everything
happens for a reason? Death is a natural part of life.
There is only now. Life is like the sweet scented rain.
The sweet taste of rain. Death’s tragedy comes quick; we
are faced with grief beyond us to comprehend. (Death) The
fog is thick here. Thin layers of frost are like the
pathways to the underworld. -To the underworld. Barren
shades of colour show only the dead. Here we go. I never
let you down. Death lives. This depression is
unfathomable. Death has the final word in this entity.
With Departures come new arrivals and I can’t let this
get the best of me. (Life) there is only now and I keep
moving on because in a flash it can all disappear.
