The soul releases with a final sigh; its hands stretch apart the lips like a banana peel then pull itself out of that abyss. This moment of motion has been labelled death, but that label is incorrect. This is freedom; all of the flaws were physical. Eyes no longer live with limits; without bias, impossibilities are just happenings.


2 comments so far

  1. Karen on

    No more worrying, no more pain. Death is a beginning.

  2. nickersandink on

    The threshold….

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