This is a one shot. I always found funerals to be the most emotional part of a story and wanted to see if I could create such a feeling.
... Dead. One word, a simple one at that a mere 4 letters. The kind you joked about as a kid "blah, I'm dead"... haha. The one you fear as an adult and actively seek to avoid. The event you expect as an elderly having given up on chasing after life. The word you contemplated in the transition stage of being a teenager, the only time you actually look at the pros and cons of the word.
mortality, by its very definition is the state of being subject to death. Think about it a moment a 'subject to death' is that what we are a servant to a force of nature, few wish to face and when it does rear it's head towards us will it be truly ugly or deceitfully beautiful. Listen to me who am I kidding I see the proof layed before me it must have been the latter. After all a smile like that cannot lie. That smile the only evidence I've ever seen that peace isn't merely a concept.
All this time I've been monologuing. oblivious to my surroundings, oblivious to everyone around me, oblivious to the very reason I'm even here. A coping mechanism I presume, one last ditch attempt at refusing the news thrust upon me. That one last strand of hope I refuse to lessen my grip on. They always told me I was stubborn. Told. The past tense.
A million questions buzzing around my head yet "simplicity always outweighs complexity" a wise voice once told me... it was their voice.
why?
Do you want to know who I'm asking? Good question I'd also like to know the answer am I asking everyone, anyone who? Who am I asking?
They always liked riddles, here's one for you .