I used to think what is death but a transition to a quieter place.
What is death but a redistribution of matter and energy.
What is death but a painless transition that separates the atoms that make up our existence..

But I was naive because of never losing absolute worth, till one time I lost it and felt like sinking my foot deeper into the earth
Never expected it to slice through moments and make them colder than before,
And being left behind as a fraction of life’s meaning that also caused tiredness and sore.

Is death a conclusion or just another opened door?

It’s a relief for some, and agony for some, but once you’re acquainted with it, seems like the darkness just becoming darker.
It’s painting ultimate realization of how fragile our selves against the solidity of the ground of eternal rest
And sometimes we can’t do anything but forced to enter its ambivalent embrace