Death and Life

I watched as death drew near them. The destructive force disregarding life and love was a beautiful nightmare. People were running, screaming and all I thought of was why. Why not just observe the beauty speeding towards you? I just lay sprawled across the ground as trees were engulfed, buildings flattened and lives lost. It never alarmed me. The thought of dying, for me, it was just an empty soul with no care for people and no care for life. It did whatever it wanted and never stopped. It was a ravenous being with no cessation of greed and hunger. Death was unloved, unforgiving and unkind. I watched each person slip away into an abyss. it was a relief, it was beautiful, and it was awful. I’m not a good person, no one is, we are all mutual beings, each with a breaking point that stretches far and wide, deep and shallow. I hope when I leave it is pulchritudinous and tranquil. I have seen and wondered about death, about the stars that lie above in the sky, of souls yet to come back waiting their turn to be born unto a magnificent being, but my