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The Voice of your Mind
“There is nothing more important to true growth than realizing that you are not the voice of the mind—you are the one who hears it.” –Michael A. Singer Prose, poem or essay, word limit 500.
blackbrain in Stream of Consciousness

Reality check

do you ever think of dying?

do you get lost in thoughts of your skin turning pale and your soul abandoning your body

your heart stopping, whole body paralysing as you draw your last breaths,

does your mind frolic around the thoughts of how your last breath will feel like or even worst which one of the many incoming inhales or exhales will be your last before death

Do you think about the prospective destinations of your lonely departing soul,

or you're stuck and can't quite wrap your head around the fact that it will all be out of your control

Do you fancy a specific way to go out or you have come to peace with life making that decision,

Do you want it to be quick and painless or do you want your last ride to be an excruciating one

Do you believe in heaven and hades, a paradise that we all came from, that if we are good in the sight of the celestial one we'll be called back home but if we are bad we get kicked out permanently and forced to stay in that haunted house next door,

Or you expect an unconscious sleep for all eternity, fading away in the great oblivion

Do you feel death is the end, the ultimate unearthing of the human race,

or to you, it's just an exit, the opening of freedom's passage

Will you take pride in the memory and legacy you'll leave behind when you're dead,

or you wish to leave quietly and be forgotten like you never existed

Do you wish to have the consciousness of your final moments as your light goes off while you drift away slowly,

or you wish to leave the world the same way you came in, eyes closed and mind blank as a baby

Do you ever get lost in the thoughts of death, do I ever get lost in the thoughts of death?

we live in a reality with the possibility of each day being our last, it'd be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death.