brunsko

Perhaps it's only a relief. A fate we are all condemned to. Can't imagine how people could compare life and death, Describing them as natural cycles, inevitable and in their savage way, beautiful. Seen too many times how the body struggled to still breathe, long after there was no chance to inhale. How the heart still tried to beat, even as the blood was pumped outside its scale. Hands still clenched in determination, even as eyes glazed and no longer saw. One minute there, then gone like they've never been before. Spent countless, desperate moments trying to touch, to aid, or otherwise assist the doomed. Failed each time, but had