6 November 2012
My heart is unyielding.
It pounds under my skin and I have no want to stop it.
My heart was meant to LIVE.
How it grows, by the hour - by the very minute - with love and life and wonder... Oh how my heart is so very alive...
And yet, the storm is coming. I can hear the thunder rumble through the earth as we huddle in our bunkers.
It doesn't seem like the world is ending. Thunder and lightning, winds and fire... All has come before. None has swept us away.
So why do we all wait to die? Sitting and staring blankly into a void, avoiding each others eye; we all know the elephant in the room - the black hole swallowing us up... It is fear.
We all fear death.
Death and loss.
Perhaps writing this eases that fear, that pain. Perhaps somehow, my words will mean something. Even if we are all dead, even if the world is turned to dust and ash.
Even if you die too.
The only message I want to send beyond my grave, beyond the end are... The only words that matter...
I love you.
Dear Future, • Opuss № I