fragile

Death. All too common yet it comes in the most unexpected ways.  And its not always old age, sometimes its an accident, or coincidence. It was like this disease everyone of us have. We try to outrun the laps of its clock, but sometime we caught up in its gears. No matter how fast we try to run, it catches up with us. Sometimes early in life, and others are later. Unfortunately, we don't really know the  limits of death. It could occur out of nowhere, any time, any place, Unexpectedly. But what scares us more than that, is not knowing the future after death. It's like a ghost just appearing and disappearing; it's the nothing. We can't change the time death plans to come. And we can't stop it either. Once it's upon us, it's too late. We just have to let go. But how can we let go of our past to something we know nothing of, or its intentions. So it takes us in force from this world to the next.