I've always wondered about what death feels like...
I know it's painful, but that's not what I'm talking about.
What happens to us when we die?
What would we think when we're dying?
What do we feel when we die?
What'll happen to the things that we left behind?
Questions after questions, day after day, I think about those questions.
Is death just a space of nothingness, or do we go somewhere else, like reincarnation.
I don't really think that reincarnation is possible, I'm the type of guy who only believes what he sees, and all I can see after death-
Is a void of darkness.
Saying death is a sad occurrence is too naive.
Death comes in different forms or ways, for example: if you die of old age in your death bed, you know that your family will remember you always, thinking of those memories with them when you were alive is a treasure in itself.
Having your loved ones with you in your time of death is probably what any man could ask for.
Of course, if there's a positive, there's always gonna be some negatives.
It's always sad to think about your old self dying when you're still a kid, you won't know if you lived your life to the fullest, tried the things you wanted to try. My point is, having a lonely death is the worst thing that could happen to anyone.
But-
Do we, the people of this planet, really not want to die? To escape this hell we call life, we always joke about us wanting to die already. But do we really think that? Is that what we really want?
Yes.
-Some people might say.
But they haven't experienced the feeling of being completed. Maybe that's why they want to end themselves. Them knowing that they can't achieve anything with the mentality they have as a person is probably the main reason for suicide and murder...
And I can't say they're wrong for doing it either. Some people don't want the life they were given,
so, they throw it away.
Thinking that life isn't such a big deal, thinking that they have a second chance or maybe thinking that they themselves will never be able to experience living again, that's why they keep on sinning, and doing what they want...
But anyway.
I was right.
Death-
Is just a void. A black, deafening void, and a darkness that would make the devil themselves quake in their feet.
I've been here for- I don't know, for all I know I've been here for decades, or maybe only minutes...
I feel so lost.
Is this how it's gonna be forever?
Am I just gonna stay like this, for eternity...?
...
Years have past. Maybe hundreds even...
Time is non existent when your dead.
My mind is just blank. I guess this is what happens when you die... You lose all your humanity, sanity, whatever you call it, I don't know anymore.
I can't think straight.
...
Time passes, in the black void of death, and nothing ever changes.
It's all just-
Black.
The stillness, the gravity, the shifts- nothing changes.
Nothing.
Suddenly from where I float, a sun came into view, a small source of light glistening in the vast blackness of this hell.
It was dimly shining, it was blinding.
Light is a force that is forgotten, abandoned along with my humanity. So seeing a small spark of white in this blackness is like having a sun, shining and showing all it's glory to my almost non existent sight.
The light swallowed me-
Then I heard a cry.
A baby.
Me.