May 13
Death was always there. Even in painful moments of my life I could not shake from these tired bones. More than the bony hands or thar worn cloak of his, death was always there.
I use to run from Death and hide. I would hope it never finds me. But as I grew older and became awoken, death was always there. I started to dance with it, and became curious to its knowledge. It reveals itself to us in different forms. Sometimes it's not those Bony hands or worn-hooded cloak. Sometimes it's the charmer, the cunning-Damon, that I grew up with as a child. Death was always there.
