Silence

[darkdogstar]

When you stare at the waxy faces of the dead, seemingly calm and rotting all the same, you wonder. You wonder what it’s like, if it hurts, if it’s terrifying, if you’ll spend your afterlife burning. You wonder what “nothing” is. You cannot fathom “nothing.” It won’t be black, because black is something, something to consider. It won’t be white

Comments

[elenestel]

I just wanted you to know I'm still reading and catching up, at intervals. I'd hate for you to think this doesn't get read. I can't think of much to say about this piece, I paused at the end and contemplated but I can't find the right words. You're getting too talented for me to adaquately evaluate. :D It's a very scary subject, and you captured the fear very well.