So today on my drive back to Fort Wayne after an amazing Easter with family, I listened to a stuffyoushouldknow podcast on death. Basically, it was talking about how us as humans are so afraid of death and yet we have it on our minds so much. To me, death is a scary thing to talk about. I know it happens and I am at ease with the idea that I am leaving this world for a better place, but there is this slight doubt on how will the transition happen. In one moment, it crossed my mind that we work so hard to prolong life yet we have this fascination with death. We take medications, we eat healthy, and we avoid all activity that poses any risk at all to our health which in many instances dampers the quality of life. We avoid the experimentation of our capabilities and what we want to try to keep us on our toes.This avoidance in most cases is presented as fear; for example the fear of riding a roller coaster or fear of skydiving. I don't know about you but I would go skydiving in a heartbeat. This summer you could call me up to go and I would be packed and on my way to your place within minutes as long as my schedule allowed it.
I don't really know what sparked this, I guess I just wanted to let you know what I was thinking... but hey, isn't that what a blog is all about? Till next time, I will keep you all in mind. As always check out my art on http://www.greeneacres.deviantart.com

It has been three days.

My mind is free and my mouth is bone dry.
Yet it is raining and I have a drink sitting an arm reach away.
I try my best to sneak my head around the window sill without being seen,
but there are those moments of embarrassment when I end up locking eyes.

It has been three days.

I see people gliding in the rain doing their best to avoid each intoxicating drop,
but as persistent as they are, the moisture wants to cling to whatever it can gets it's hands on.
They take quick stride after stride in response;
some laughing, others emotionless,
but in the end there is a sign of achievement in their faces when they are able to take cover.

It has been three days.

I find myself slightly poisoned by the cold, gloomy and wet night.
I pull tight the one blanket keeping me from possibly losing a finger or two.
It keeps me constricted, leaving only that profound gut feeling of loss.
To ease the tension I rip open my chest only to find an open sky.
Clouds are accented across the piercing blue canvas,
while a breeze rolls past torn ends of flesh only to tickle what nerve endings are exposed;
a few butterflies from three days back take the opportunity to leave while the coast is clear.

It has been three days.

my mind is free and my mouth is bone dry.
my life is still and my heart is sky high.
I feel the warm sun beating in my chest,
while I sit in the cold, hoping for the best.

We have those moments of fear and doubt,
but it is only our ability to cast them out.

Live life to its fullest and you will never look back.