Clairvoyant Calm

The smells of hospitals in December can almost taste the anesthesia faint remnants of uncertainty expecting outcomes so trivial from the outside in passing sleepless strangers in the corridors thinking to oneself, if they are worse off than the present situation you find yourself in. Praying they are, Just to be at ease for this moment. it's in these places that one finds them self in the omnipresence of Bane. that, for the first time in their fruitless existence, they feel God putting his hand on their shoulders, and only feeling the weight. attempting to find that comfortable spot at which one can sit for hours is Futile. and any thought of a clean slate is cast from the mind. Telling oneself, the back and forth banter with conscience, that everything is fine. when all, we as humans, have to do is to accept the inevitable. understand that the intangible is now tangible and takes place for a reason. our curse our dilemma carrying the weight on our lobes until the latter part of our life, the part where we close our eyes and pray for the first time, pray with utter belief pray for our soul pray for someone other than ourselves pray for the truly needy. to be selfless and communicate with whomever you believe to be your ANCIENT OF DAYS. Pray for rain to wash over, pray for mankind's fleeting attempts. I find that the walk outside, for the first time, is the hardest. Fresh Air Air, that you think is something taken for granted. Contemplating the whole way down the man made conveyor saying to oneself, What if What if it happens now what if it occurs while i am taking in life outside these walls. Wondering if all things die alone. regardless of surroundings. That an earthly death is lonely, that, the last breath is that of the soul finally, finally escaping this carcass-prison to return home as he came, alone. That we are gathered around a Locusts shell that once held us in great esteem. Mulling over death, mulling over ones life, that has been dying since earth beckoned their arrival. and truly, when this instance, this moment is soaked up by the brain as water to a sponge, we can truly begin to live our lives. By knowing that death Death is the only thing we know to be impartial. accepting that, is to improve the quality of life. to embrace what we are, what we were meant to be. Immortal.