Life. Such a fleeting story.
Death, the levelling of all.
Maybe it could be worth it.
Dying, going through all this pain, just to be equal. At last.
Death is generally an uncomfortable subject. Humans, in all our unabashed fragility, fear death.
Even those who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there.
Where was this from? It seems so long, too long, ago.
As I think, think deep and long and hard, it strikes me.
A charity show. Boring, yes, but at that time it was fame-worthy in our little social circle to have seen a box flickering an black and white image while someone spoke.
Revelling in that innocence we all unknowingly had, it jerked me to reality, to the present, because the past is a memory and now is all we have.
And for the first time in an eternity, I hoped.
And I fell.