Existence can so easily end in a death wish when one feels that their core survival is threatened by the present tense of the modern world. When sleep is preferable to feeling vulnerable in a time that is far beyond your own. Maybe it is inevitable that one wishes to die? To cross that threshold of the pain encountered in life into the oblivion of no more. Nothing. Everything long past. From the outside of this experience, it always seems that there is more for that person to say, to do, to remain for. But life is an umbilical cord always cut short. As life springs forth, it dwells on the remnants of what has come before. The cinders that it leaves behind seem so insubstantial when compared to but a single troubled breath from that corpse before the person left it. Death leaves behind everything and gives one nothing. Only the understanding that the candle must one day burn out and nothing remain save a few ashes that in turn are borne up by the eternal wind. so the closest among you must one day unexpectedly part. And farewells, seem trite when weighed against the absence of so many petty trifles and former irritations now permanently removed. A causeway for the release of so many memories no longer to be shared. An empty sepulcher of stone that congeals around one’s heart.