Death means going back home.

Voila! this is my self-maid tomb. I made it almost half a year ago. This, together with my prose and poetry collection, was included in my book entitled Away with Light: A Midnight Reverie. Truth be told, it was actually a school project.


Upon doing this, I actually felt weird. No. The word weird doesn't even come close. Really. It's hella awkward that a 16-year-old girl was carefully planning her tomb. I have a lot of dreams to fulfill that the idea of me being so lifeless is a NO NO.


Back in the day I find death being so creepy. I hate thinking about it. Tombs. Silence. Still. Immobile. Breathless. And anything that goes with it. I was being pessimistic and obviously, ill-at ease with it. 


However, after some time, I learned to accept this fact. That  all of us would die and that there is no single organism that would be a subject of exemption. I came to a realization that death would be of no importance if you know you lived your life to the fullest. There would be no room for worries and questions.


And honestly, if death means that I would be reunited with my Father, I would nevertheless accept it.