We’d tell a child they’re just sleeping, resting, they’ll wake up soon. The animals tell their young it’s gone, cold, sickly still, eyes sunken, never to speak another thought. Mind has departed and the remains stay here to haunt us, to taunt us, to intrigue us. You look away likes its an impure sight, but we know you’re just oh so scared of when your day comes. We’re not. We will welcome it, embrace it. We feel as there is nothing left for us here, we’re much to curious of the other side to fear it. We can’t fear something we don’t know anything about. Those who know, can never share their knowledge, they leave us here to wonder. To wish.