Posted on July 13, 2010 - by Rasham

On The Day I Die

And then I wonder what life feels like on the day you die, if its different, more beautiful; if things make more sense as life loses its heavines, like you’re dressed in a cape of calm and serenity to highlight the last hours you will ever walk on earth, if maybe trees seem to be more than still and sounds have a peculiar familiarity and you just cant seem to wipe the smile from your face. ‘I did it’, the soul whispers through the chorus of mind’s thoughts, as it knows an end draws near, and it celebrates quietly as it graciously binds its will to the order of universal retribution.