It is the question everyone asks, but no one knows the answer to,

“What happens when we die?”

It’s quite ironic isn’t it? We’ll all find out eventually but never live to tell the tale.

What makes death so scary, is it’s mysteriousness.

It’s measurement beyond what science can measure.

Why would we fear death if we knew we would live on?

Is death something we should be happy about? Is it something to look forward to?

Do we even die?

Is there life before death?

How many times must I die to feel alive…

Between life and death, lies immortality.

Once I write my name across this page, I make myself immortal.

For no one can kill the imprint I have left behind me.