29. Death
In some ways, it's always different
A sense of confusion, of terror, thinking, It can't end like this.
A split-second realization of what is about to be lost, that's over before you can say "goodbye".
A moment of clarity, of brilliance, burning through the morning mist.
A bolt from the blue, something that just happens.
But there are always those left behind, wishing that they had been saviours, that they could turn back time. Wishing for a reprieve from on high that is surely deserved.
They live with it, by it, for it; it is their companion and their guide; it imbues their lives with darkness and with meaning.
Seize the moment, 'cause tomorrow you might be dead.