Everyone is dying. It is only the speed of dying that we have some, if only little, control over.
My epiphany for the night; I don't want to concern myself with dying slow. And yet, that's what I have been doing my whole life. Ah, to be able to concern myself only with living today. What peace that would be. So to live "one day at a time" or die "one day at a time"? Ah God, why did you curse me with this freedom of thought!!!!!
death you come to visit all
those who wait your morbid call
those who run from your embrace
those who live to spite your face.
gjs
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