Scared to Death

Most people I know don’t like to think about dying. Death is taboo, especially when talking to ninety-five year-old’s. When people are depressed, when they have nothing to look forward to, they think about death, and usually it makes them feel even worse. Today, I asked myself, what is so scary or sad about dying?

My conclusion was, that it’s what millennials call FOMO, [Fear Of  Missing Out].

Oh, my angel

Thousand of years ago

my soul was born to a violent world

I was scared of the future

lonely in the present

 

Then I was visited by an angel

He consoled and comforted me

told me stories of love, peace, and pleasure

prophesies of tranquility and spirits.

Flying and Falling

When I was young I had a dream

In the dream I had wings,

I flew like an eagle

Taller than mountains, vaster than sea

Over fields of never ending green

Rivers and rain forest and deserts

Animals and beasts and fish

People of white brown and olive