I wonder how death feels like. I wonder how death tastes like. Would it be as sweet as they say?
I wonder how it feels when my ears can no longer hear the sound of my heart beat, my eyes no longer searching for light. I wonder how it feels to not have all the bitter memories playing in my head on constant replay and replay and … It will all STOP!!! Me and everything that makes me who I am will just stop. The morning after I’ve stopped to exist would be just like any other morning that came before that.
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