Why do we die?

God, i am whimpering, a fire melted at my eyes as water. why, why do we come to life for the heartbreak of loss, why do we live, to die?

We do not die, we have already gone, just as my friend, he is here still. I never leave or stray from the point of existence, you are. Your death will be your relief, as I promise to all who walk on earth. Here is a remnant of the halo that encapsulates you. Across the sky I formed an everlasting temple, I will hold you as you cry. Though soon, you will see me, I will break through the clouds, rain touching your skin, you fall for me inside, as I am there again reminding you; I am still the person you believed was taken away from you.

Death deepens the connection between you and I. I am still curious, what type of sick artist would create life this way?

The heart is open, here it closes, why, is in the living opening again. I breathe to receive my self, to receive is to encapsulate, to grow within this form, to learn. I see in loss I am stretched, back to an eternal place that supersedes the living wheel of time, there inside this changing body is the source of calm that gives this place reason to exist and there, you are still, there.

We are the fluid entering in and out of this wheel, may I show myself clearer days to see how you answer these questions without shadow. I type many words for a shadow is taking up the land here, here where it seems we are zombies; some, already gone, waiting for the light to return behind their eyes. If I wait for death to return, I will remain where I am. I recognize the chance to return home now, to that great sun in the sky, drop in and feel her there in my body. I was never severed from my source, I am her spouse, on ground in the walls of a temple, aching until she sings and I sing with.

I am here, and will remain so, always.