Doesn't the death from inside bring us such a joyful life, as letting go brings so much more, when the heaviness of our burdens makes us float above the skies, as we breath the freshly stale air of tommorow's yesterday, trying desperately to achieve the effortless, but with rather hefty price we cover the debt of free, as we just enjoyed the unenjoyable pain of of eternal happiness for the shortest while it could stay?













