The more we know,
The more we think of it and
The more we realize is
The less we understand
The less we want to believe,
The less we want to live.

So…

What happens when we loose faith and hope?
What happens when we no longer hold the longing to continue?
What happens when we are no longer able to pick ourselves up?
What happens when we leave ourselves fall into the abyss?

Yet…

Do we let the past disappear?
Do we stop creating a future?
Do we let ourselves fall into unrecognizing ourselves?
Do we stop remembering?

But…

How can we deny it?
How can we be angry at it?
How can we bargain with it?
How can we be depressed by it?
How can we ever accept it?
How can we avoid the pain?

Dying seems like bliss.
Dying is the answer.

Yet,
Dying is the unacceptable truth
That we must face when the ones we cherish presents it.