terminus

every time i take a look through the eyes of a dying person, i feel like i'm eying up the great spirit himself. and when the light of the eyes finally goes out, it seems that the deep blackness of those dilated pupils, is like a tranquil, dark lake. beckoning. and it is not that deep after all. somewhat assuring. comforting. if you go down into that water, it will comfortably wrap you up like that nostalgic amniotic fluid. nostalgic, yes. it may be woven with memories, but the slumber will be dreamless. like the sleep you slept before you were born.