It's the dead that scares me—
Not death itself, but the silence it brings.
With a longing to live this life,
I fear the end, not for immortality,
...
Sometimes, we are like the bowed green willows,
Admired by others for our beauty—
Our lush greenery, our graceful, hanging branches—
Yet no one sees the weight we bear.
...
The Longing To Live
It's the dead that scares me—
Not death itself, but the silence it brings.
With a longing to live this life,
I fear the end, not for immortality,
But for the life I've yet to live.
I imagine a peaceful ending—
Somewhere in my sixties,
Wrapped in the warmth of success,
Leaving this world
With a funeral so grand
Even dust comes to pay respect.
I want my words to outlive me,
To echo in every ear,
To wander through the air,
Flow within the oceans,
Drift with the winds of time.
With these dreams, I crave to live—
To live as much as possible,
To embrace the beauty
Of truly experiencing
What it means to be alive...
@Anuhaaa