reality of death

death.

romanticized

properly

or in

futile hopes of

a beautiful afterparty?

the reality of death

is that it is not real

at all.

our soul,

the most important part of us,

does not

die.

it does not

whither away

under the dry ground.

it simply

moves along.

to a new body.

so really,

death is

simply fabrictated

to make ourselves

smile.

to make ourselves

feel like

we matter,

that our soul's depth is ours,

that our heart's integrity is pure.

but our soul has built upon

generations.

our heart has strengthened over

years.

after we die,

we are nothing.

but

we are everything.