Whats death?

The end?

The beginning?

Whats death?

My ears are ringing.

My heart is beating.

A sign of life.

And a sign of death.

When it stops.

In that manner we all

carry death within us.

We all will face it.

We all cannot escape it.

Try to reach status, money and power?

Death laughs at your pity life games.

You hold grudges, despair and being dishonest?

Death awaits you laughing last.

So why not live a life of virtue?

Of being an honest soul?

Living with a brave heart and a childish mind.

When we die we might dream forever.

So dreams are just as real as reality.

Why not live our dreams as long as we can make them happen?

As long as we can change our story?

Write a new plotline and color our pages.

Death will wait.

Sometimes as long as we need to finish our lifes work and sometimes it will stop the brush mid stroke…

Draw on as long you got your hands on the brush🎨