Sometimes death feels like an everlooming threat on the peace and calm in life. It sits outside your door, scratching at the glass, hoping to find a way in. Everytime someone dies, I'm reminded of how little time any of us really have. The friends I'm with now could leave my house and have a horrible wreck on their way home. These thoughts worm their way into my brain and cause me nothing but stress. All I can do is hold the people I love tight right now in this moment, and pray that God allows me to keeps these precious and fragile beings for just a little while longer. Every visit is the last, or as a TV show I'm very fond of said, "Every Christmas is last Christmas."
This is for my friends and my family that have left for the great unknown; Lucky you guys. I hope heaven is as good as they say it is. Don't have too much fun without me. See you soon <3

Myriad